Dreams from Bicho Raro by Bicho Raro

Dreams
Dreams.

A woman falls asleep in the concert hall.
And dreams that a plant starts to grow on her shoulder.
And in the dream a man thousands of miles away
dreams of two women who are the same woman.
But we don't know which one is the one,
Which one is the one?
The other woman has a recurring dream with a man
who never ever never ever recognizes her.
In this tangle of dreams who are we?
Who are we?
The woman hiding in the man's house while he sleeps?
The man sitting on the floor looking at a woman?
The woman waiting for the bus?
The woman hiding.
The woman waiting.
Dreams are thick as tongues,
like caves, like petals
Are you there?
In the box
with a lit match
Dreams become thick as tongues,
like caves, like petals.
Dreams become thick as tongues,
like caves, like petals.
ttttttaa tatatan
Tongue tongue
Mother tongue
Tongue tongue
Fire tongue.
Who we are when we are awake
Whoooooo who
Wo man
Wo man
A man thousands of miles away.
Dreams.
In this tangle who are we?
Are you there?

• Jazz
• experimental
• free improvisation
• poesía
• poetry
• words
• Mexico City