Yorgos Holopoulos, Ioanna Valsamara

Full of space and dust

Changed within me also the rhythm of the world

Noise jitters as rhythm, rhythm jitters as noise

Eating all the flowers with my teeth

Whispers for the orange trees

All this time. The wind tearing up the sky

Flesh and neuralgia

When night cracked as a lightning storm (live)

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