Tentillium Octavia (2019) 

Performance & Spoken Words, Violin by Lea Le'Floc– shown at HFBK Gallery, Hamburg

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Sometimes I can taste my dreams
They are giving me the pleasure that I need

I think of the colors flashing my mind,
It’s not something that I decide
More a sense, a memory
Lost translation in my mind
Sometimes I can taste my dreams
It’s the sixth sense that I like to find

I ask myself, if my mind is like a animal soul,
A tangibility fight
My thoughts occupying my body
like a octopus, an other mind
They putting pressure in my being
With their long tentacles, they stealing my light

The muscle get swollen, skin is cracking all over again
The blood flows down and the thoughts,
animals pull their mouths over me:
My devil thoughts are killing me
My devil thoughts becoming a symbiosis between them and me
I’m getting the one with the thoughts that should not be.

Sometimes I can taste my dreams,
They giving me the pleasure that I need

Occupied with a invisible line closing my space in that I moved fine
There Is no space, the air is gone, I’m becoming blind
Loosing control about all my senses that I have in my human mind
I lost myself in my own thoughts, endless fight

But I hear a voice that is speaking to me
Deep inside someone is calling my name
I think this is me
I try to break out of the cage inside
It’s me, its my illusions, that making the fight

I sort the red soaked thoughts
in a row
To see the structure in reality
With every breath I’m ordering some object in my head
I breath by every movement, the voice gets quite now
And I hear someone calling me: It was all just a dream

Sometimes I can taste my dreams
But there are evil thoughts that are killing me.