Poetry in Antony Hegarty’s voice in combination with movement, light and space (Christina’s farm, video by Milica Zec)
As the rich winds blow, kiss each flamingo, tussle reckless trains of the wild white horses and at night the owl streaks the field and howls she sees there’s a … Sigue leyendo
Antony Hegarty helps us to escape the cold…
Baby, I’m holding on dear This heart, it is a waxwork of echoes Warm my heart, set my hands on fire Hair on fire, dress on fire Oh I’m an … Sigue leyendo
Como tú quieras
Como tú quieras. Me invitas a alejarme, Me dejas morir poco a poco. Me voy y me quedo como si fuera un higo abierto sobre el suelo de este mundo. … Sigue leyendo
Rojo
De noche mirarte y ver en tus pupilas el rojo más puro, sin vetas amarillas ni azules, blancos o sombras negras. Globos de fuego. De madrugada lamer tu piel y … Sigue leyendo
Antony Hegarty
One more night, once again Antony & The Johnsons have conquered our souls and something else that we weren’t aware of its existence. Lou Reed once said “When I first … Sigue leyendo
Half
From this half moon of glass I thought I was observing the world from up above but there’s another world, that world, which observes me up there, beyond the other … Sigue leyendo
Daylight and the sun
Then I cried for darkness Darkness and the moon Then I cried for darkness Darkness is no one Darkness is out there Darkness in the air Darkness kisses nothing at … Sigue leyendo
Feminism
The spirit is feminine You are a creative man and you are feminine My soul is feminine But sometimes as a woman I try not to be feminine. I must … Sigue leyendo
Hope there’s someone
You were sleeping but I kissed you. I could not just watch you. You were sleeping and you kissed me You could not be dead if I was alive. We … Sigue leyendo
Kiss my name
Apareces ante mí como una orquídea blanca en la luz de este día. Tu voz acaricia mi cuerpo dorado y besa mi nombre en secreto. But I have no name. … Sigue leyendo
