April Chronicle by Laura Ten Zeldam, Rhodé Visser & Ilgin Akseloglu.

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I was feeling the presence of someone I love in the room with me, telling me, 

                                                                                                                         “yes, you were here,” 

a voice which knows so well, that when I open my eyes, I will feel estranged by the place I wake up to with the disappearance of the one I love. 

Where are you? …………

 

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………………………………………………………................................... Hihi i am here. Where are you going? 

 

 

 

 

Where you are going.              are you not here?

 

Here.

Don’t run from me.

I am a human being after all. * After all, what? 

 

                                                                                                              I fail to recognize this place.

 

 

 

 

                               ….when are we going to be courageous enough to put down our weapons? 

I wonder is it a matter of being coeur a g e   o   us?

 

Angels and demons are all cutrrre.

 

I like it when I am up in the clowds, I wanna be an angle too. I heard it is painful to be touched by a bees angle, I mean sting, like a hook.   

                                                     Do you remember we touched?

there is no such thing as silence though agreement has always potential

 

Zoom. Screen. Eye mouth hands fingers. Blueish greyish sweater maybe green. Angels demons. Egg yolk mucus. Mission. Left bottom. Box. There was music too. And fish.

                                                          You. Me. Usssh.

                                                              Where are you?

                                                              Where are you going?

Ssssh.

There were fish too.                                     DO YOU REMEMBER THE FISH? Fish fishhh fishhh

Sssssh. Shhhhhh.

 

Sh.

Here hihi i am in here.

 

The screen.

And me.                                                    In me.

I miss you you know.

 

I feel the need to recognize together the shores of language. The so-called agreement silence brings for things we feel sorry about, is not enough.

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We need to talk about the ground. 

We need to talk about the air. 

We need to talk about the rain.

 

We need to talk about these because then, 

                                               we will need to talk about love.

 

                                               Why, about love?

                                                                                                      Why, do we need to talk about

                                                                                             love?  

 

                                                                                                                                        I need us.