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Nervous breakdown Speak to me of love
A performance by Jean Lambert-wild and Jean-Luc Therminarias
Second confession of the Hypogée
Extracts
Here,
through me,
I see the vastness of the tears
stored up in my feet,
wells connecting me to the ground
where I can hear the moans
of my chilhood's shadowy plains.
... that his smiling skin would keep secret.
My brother,
I remember your mouth
that you used to bite at night before giving me a kiss.
I learned to speak by watching him.
Today,
speechless from your lips.
Cadet of yourself.
My words grieving of flesh.
I am starving.
Still,
he breathes.
I'm going to stand up.
I can't.
I'm going to go back towards you.
I can't.
I'm going to hook on to your arms.
I can't.
And without trembling,
he filled a jar
with mud and sweat mixed together,
marmalade
that he would swallow when he felt himself disappearing.
He dug.
He dug.
The long shriek of a child who doesn't know where to go.
Still, he breathes.
Still, he breathes.
Still, he breathes.
Adaptation: Jérémy Simart, Andrew G. White
Subtitles: Seconda Voce / Quidam production