FOR A PERFORMANCE OF

DANISH DANCE THEATRE COPENHAGEN

There is a solitude of my mind

a solitude of space.

Thoughts beating like drums at the sides of my skull,

my own beautiful prisoners roaming through a wildernis of imagination

and its echo rests intimately in the corners of my soul

trying to escape through the young flesh of my body

a constant filter of my frail mind

seeks to travel beyond

wants to empty itself and spit out colours

for everyone to see. Do you see it?

Do you recieve the true sight of my body?

Or is my body just a vessel

where lights shining through

and my skin is breaking the light

and the reflection of yourself

makes the content invisible

and by what you see you can only guess

your perception is a lie

can you accept that whatever I attempt to express will never be the truth of my infinite mind?

CAFÉ

A café on a small empty side street

plates and ceramic cups, peoples patterns ,

the smell of wooden coffee, butter and holy bread

made of mans hand

daylight mingles with the candles flames and peoples

voices tickle my fingertips

A women walks by the studded windows

wears a head scarf and a fox coat

who is she in love with?

A man in solitude, drinking tea, reading a book

pretending not noticing the world around him

Now and then he looks up, I look in his thoughtful face

His book his best companion.

Where does he belong?

The chef behind the counter

curly hair and floppy clothes, dark eyes the smell of onion on his fingers

whats his childs dreams?

ACT LOVE

I am lost in your presence

You rip off my insecurities

and toss them across the room

Make love to my mind

give it endless epiphanies

so that my concsience

screams out

In raw pleasure

racking into every corner of my

dusty soul.

NOLLENDORFPLATZ

I wander

dirty muddy roads, the snow,

vanishes.

Wet transition, fill my lungs with water,

rainy days.

Women on the roadside pull off their skirts and show off their naked calves the greedy looking, in old BMW's sitting, shadows.

Drunken mortals, staggering through the night soak their pain in the pale glow of the Alk. A passing train, the screeching sound of the track grinding steel, lets hair on arms and legs stand on end

An outcry, the creaking sound

rests

A street dog, mangled, lies on the side of the track, partly, his dirty rests pulled by the ignorant train and nobody noticed, the poor dog.

Oh, how all these drunken dogs will end up, going around poorly. It is said, "Do not go here at night." But this is the light of Baudelaire, capricious personalities, cries, a fight through the night always recurring and under every pavement a poem awaits. Here you will find the dark side of your mind,

There, you walk for some time until your hands and feet are bloody, your veins clump together and your sex is torn apart with everyone's heart,

torn

and at dawn the mist of shame and everyone sleeps the day away.

MARBLE AND SEA

These are my teeth,

made of bone

I´m holding a rose in my right hand,

It´s made of wine

My breath is made of marble

my sorrows made of sea

Fishes lips as soft as breasts

Dolphins wear my smile

Everything weights less in water,

even grief

My feet are standing on moss

Starting to walk now

Shadows are dancing, but not mine

I´m walking til I drown,

loosing the ground under my feet.

This is where I wanna die.

Enflushed and skinned

Drowning deeper

I find my sea of sorrows

start drinking them away

spread roots

I leave my shadow as I vanish into the mud

reincarnate as a tree

look down to my shadow

to die thousand deaths

when the sun goes down