Director: Kriss Sagan
Dramaturgy: Marcela Žgančíková
Production: Diana Švihlová
Music: Frederic Robinson
Sound: Michal Horváth
Producer: The Academy of Performing Arts Bratislava


POETIKA ANIMA
Oh, my little nightmare
You search in vain
For pure and jolly
Waves
Which flow over you in the morning
Like a cup of warm summer rain

You run from yourself
And look again
For Worlds of your own

One
Two
Three point fourteen

In thoughts clad in dresses
I fly over the crowd
To the mountain and the wood
I breath my own desire
In the middle of my universe
I burn the bridge connecting us
While love is raining down
On your palms, hidden in your pockets

Four
Five
Six crows
Yesterday
Ran into the darkness

Tenderness
Is now
In snow
imprinted

And Today runs like a river
Wild
Around your house
We’ll spread our wings and fly away
One day
In a single moment
 
Like an unwritten page
Into eternity
I plunge into
the fire that doesn’t burn
In tune with the comings and the goings
we’ll create Future for the others

I’m holding the whole world of dreams
It’s dissolving into matter, into shapes

What if
(this) moment
Will be my only memory of this life?

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