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ivory
06:54
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ivory
ivory skin of a body
he’s sleeping, i’m meditating
on the edge of the devastating
rapture.
he tried to capture
my bitter taste,
and beautiful face
in one stunning portrait.
you never call me when you’re bad,
i’m in this double isolation
negotiations
with the death
take a rest,
take a rest,
i’ll call you later.
and if i turn on a dime once again,
will i come to the same place i left?
will i come to the same state i had?
no, it’s never the same doors.
i try to cover the unexpectable
with the veils of similarity,
i’d exchange my fatality
for a moment of clarity,
keeping a sanity
in the current reality
i a hard way for growth
and it’s never the same doors.
it’s never the same doors,
never the same deads,
never the same feeling,
nor will it ever be.
each night brings another lucid dream.
and if i’m stopped by the walls,
hence i’m in space.
and if i’m stopped by the man,
hence i am under his charm.
alarm, system, alarm!
coming closer to each other
we create the space
imagine we are two rooms in it
the same speed,
the same need,
i skip beat
and start it over again.
and it’s never the same door
in between.
shoo-shoo.
i whisper across the table,
i’m fulfilling the space with a voice
i’m talking
though i have a choice
to be silent
i continue murmuring
all the news, and decisions
i’ve made in a time of three weeks.
i tell them in a random order,
or rather disorder
pushing them in one flicker,
updating the state.
you are doing the same,
though it’s never the same doors.
i’m in the present tense
going by your side,
coming into sight,
trying not to prepare myself for a leaving,
living only here and now.
alarm, my heart, you’re here, alarm!
the rest,
in any case,
is the rest.
i continue to recite songs
of love and death.
it’s never the same nest
of thoughts,
never the same net
of feelings,
always a new entrance,
corridor and an exit,
let us embrace it.
and this space in between
seems to be boundless,
speechless, vast.
and if i turn on a dime once again,
there will never be the same us.
never the same roads,
never the same doors,
but i look at you, and it’s
another turning.
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adoration
04:42
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adoration
your room was like a dancing hall.
the naked eyes,
seamless ties.
the stream of your voice
was flavoring silence.
your figure in light
was radiant symbol
of adoration.
i should have been bolder,
lay on your shoulder my hand.
ambiguous devotions,
synchronized motion
of breaths.
the night was starry.
one more step,
i feel that you bother.
i cross the room
until there is no other
way
to keep a noble distance.
“don’t wake up”,
i whisper in shadow.
darkness builds us
a gentle cover
until
the first lights enter.
your room was like a dancing hall.
un moment, un’ora.
vorrei ricordare
ed essere ricordata.
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3. |
comeback whiteroom
05:19
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comeback whiteroom
i touch the air with the palms and the fingers.
it has a taste of sandalwood, of coconut oil.
i fall asleep, holding the pillow with my hand
whispering “comeback whiteroom”.
and it’s not about to keep,
it’s about treasuring
each manifestation of life.
this kind of treasuring,
that does not possess but knows its value.
it feels like i become the sea.
take it all if you want it,
take it all if you need it,
since i have nothing but the wind in my hair
on burano island.
each place has its sands,
its taste, its smell.
for me, burano is crispy cantucci,
an almond pastry,
and the vividness of colors
on the houses
touched by the time.
i will come back to this place
as to the source
of the infinite delicacy of being
a tender human being.
here everything smells of salt,
the seagulls laugh
in each corner of the landscape.
and it feels like i am endless,
the evergreen flower.
i touch the air with the palms and the fingers.
it has a taste of sandalwood, of coconut oil.
i fall asleep, holding the pillow with my hand
whispering “comeback whiteroom”.
why? and why not?
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sophistication. Kyiv, Ukraine
sophistication. is a project of the Ukrainian artist Sofia Shvager, currently based in Copenhagen,
Denmark.
In her music, she combines an acoustic guitar with a piercing voice making quite a minimalistic and calming sound. She enriches her sound with elements from different genres to create a slow city-meditation with her stories, a bit dark and melancholy but quite and warm.
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