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Absente Terebenthine

by Morthem Vlade Art

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ABSENTE TEREBENTHINE I closed this book and my collection of empty pages, I wanted to find the atmosphere of a warm painting. Dark colors with a single source of light in the middle, one man, seen from behind. Everything reinvented differently, neither overpopulation nor clans, Individuality the mistress of each row, red, the white hole. But no brush is virgin like the first stone. Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing
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SOMEONE WITH TRANSPARENT EYES Walking past the mirror, I saw a body and eyes, an enormous space between my senses and their reflection. In the space of a moment when my wings pierce the earth, when I am a wall. Walking past the restaurant, a mouth was tasting dishes on the other side of the window, it wasn’t me for the space of a moment, neither my body, nor my blood, someone different, with a different sensitivity and transparent eyes. Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing
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Blessingway 04:02
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E-Clipse 05:50
E-CLIPSE In the metal cut open like a wound, I drive in bones,   my first teeth.   I whisper sweet words to the shape that I erase,   and from my fingertips taste the dust.   There are many steps that I no longer count, worlds piled up inside my box losing their colour.   You must destroy and revive, destroy and forget. Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing
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Paranoïa 04:45
PARANOÎA I had to fall into superstition, walking on white flagstones even though nothing serious can ever happen, if I suffer, I could die and the suffering will not last. I had to stop my thoughts at night to sleep even though I can sleep, thinking of money even though I can work or do anything. I had to feel fear to live. Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing
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Flow 04:57
FLOW Open window, The wind is an evocation In front, A shabby future, At the nape of the neck, A petition And my tongue would like to lick my neck. Open window, the hurricane Icarus circles like a vulture. All the false pretences Fly away And the curtains are pulled. Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing
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Why should I go further in this erroneous dream ? The people are blurry, the sea is unchained, I find nothing real. Neither that which is striking, nor that which troubles in this aimless mixture where even violence has gone soft. The hard water no longer rips up the dust and truth hides, hides to die as an arbitrary shape in all the glasses of the world, all the seas. Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing
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Zone 04:20
ZONE To walk around the spot without going in, just the desire to go in. It is not for money, nor for healing nor even for happiness, no one knows. The power within arm’s reach becomes torture. There is nothing behind it but the want of desire, nothing but a void, no one wants to know. And time has been passing for too long. The door must stay closed. Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing
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FAR AWAY FROM ME The day is running out of breath, and the night, the tide trash builds up in front of my door I sniff out the hours more than the seasons cold, heat. This dead time like the blades of a machine going up and down I wait day and night, the rising tide in front of the open door. My feet never get wet, dirty, neither does my head. Emmanuell.D / SACEM Publishing
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Mannn 07:19

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released February 17, 2004

Produced, composed, arranged and performed by Gregg Anthe.
Words by Emmanuell.D

Publishing administrated by SACEM, France.
ⓒ + ⓟ Antonn Records, 2004. All rights reserved.

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