WHEN THE WORLD WAS BURNING, WE KEPT DANCING / Silent Street Disco Experiment
WHEN THE WORLD WAS BURNING, WE KEPT DANCING [Dedicated to all the Silent Street Disco Gang | 31.08.19 to 01.09.19 / Porto] Only yesterday did we took silence in the soft afternoon city air; I remember how hesitantly we started to change its mouthless void into shapes of erratic movement, slowly centrifuging, carefully leaving invisibility, leaving the unknown, recoding names back to the primordial language of life – the silence of things to come. We were strangers back then, beings just wanting to be, friends waiting for friendship to happen – we would change the world in our peculiar ways. There was shine and there was sparkle, soon a warrior torch lit by our erotic bodies in unison, in the braille-readable nakedness of our fun and frolics down the street, growing and glowing together, all a flame, skyscrapping to zenith itself, an orgasmic eruption of nowness and forever. We were one with time, eternal, wavering between passion and death, little indians, perhaps five or ten
