Narcosmicoma.

L'Insomnie me contrôle pendant la sorgue depuis mon retour du Canada. Depuis les derniers mois, Morphée s'est montrée plutôt discrète.. Mais quand les Oneirois daignent se pointer, c'est plutôt Phobetor qui prend les rêne; s'amusant avec mon subconscient; transformant Phantasos en impondérable liste d'apparitions sinistres. Je valse en plein Narcosmicoma, comme dans la mélodie d'Elysian Fields.


Insomnia controls me since I’m back from Canada. For the last months, Morpheus has been relatively quiet. But when Oneiroi appears, they are rather commended by Phobetor, playing with my subconscious, transforming Phantasos in a imponderable list of sinister apparitions. I am waltzing in a Narcosmicoma. Like the song of Elysian Fields.


« The radio was calling you
To taste the seed of light
Between the rain
You freed your brain
Spun wheels on highway night
Instant impact made you see
And suddenly you became that tree
Narcosmicoma let you in
Into the whirlwind of blue floss imaginings
Narcosmicoma let you in
Beyond the margins
Eclipsing the eternal rim
Into the dreams that breathe your name
You'll rest a little while
Held deeper than the ocean miles
We're all an only child
Instant impact made you see
And suddenly you became that tree
Narcosmicoma let you in
Into the whirlwind of blue floss imaginings
Narcosmicoma let you in
Beyond the margins
Eclipsing the eternal rim »