© Pawel Kuczynsk

PLAY Björk | Vökuro

©Eduardo Gageiro

PLAY Björk - Jóga

Os gestos não preenchem o espaço em dias de vazio porque o cansaço faz do gesto matéria inanimada. As palavras apalpam os gestos à superfície, em esquissos epidérmicos, mas que marcam. Não são as palavras que salvam o gesto morto. Nem o gestos esgrimem a intenção soberana de agir. Na existência da matéria sublime, as palavras, gestos, intenções e omissões desenham tão-somente as curvas que toldam o caminho. Mas há mais do que curvas no contorno do caminho.

Jóga

All these accidents that happen
Follow the dot
Coincidence makes sense
Only with you
You don't have to speak, I feel

Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me
Then the riddle gets solved
And you push me up to this

State of emergency, how beautiful to be
State of emergency, is where I want to be

All that no-one sees
You see
What's inside of me
Every nerve that hurts, you heal
Deep inside of me
You don't have to speak, I feel

Emotional landscapes
They puzzle me - confuse
Then the riddle gets solved
And you push me up to this

State of emergency, how beautiful to be
State of emergency, is where I want to be