Ether from DESERTO ROSSO by Phalioo - Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi

3. Ether

We were in Giorgio’s car
It was night
We were in a field
A red camion
Big enough to let us three sit together
He had the ether
It was the second time
We smelled it
He had a source
A nurse
Who provided it for him
I liked that sensation
Of losing all attach
To reality
Pierpaolo had told me
Of when he was at the beach
In a car
In winter
And smelling ether too
Listening to music
He could separate each instrument
As if each instrument were doing
A solo
I followed my own visions
Looking carefully
Into my mind
I was concentrating
On my visions
It was a pleasure
I had not much experience
But some guide
From Castanedas books
Which I tried to follow
The journey was rich
I kept the contact
To my mates
In the car
But didn’t talk much
Carla was not well
She was feeling anguish
Oppressed by the feelings
Ether gave her
And then suddenly
She told something
And went out
In the night
Alone
The darkness was pure
Just the camion lights projected
Their cones of light
Forwards
I was shocked
Interrupted in my
Drug meditation
And the effect
Didn’t really allow me to move
We were young
Giorgio was older
And more experienced
He cursed
And went out
To search for her
I could hear his voice calling
In the dark
I just knew
This was very dangerous
And thought about
Carla’s anxiety
Revealed by the ether
She needed
To transform
Every experience
Into a drama
I knew her
And disliked the situation
But didn’t move
I stayed in the car
On that long banket
Alone
The inside lights of the camion cabin
Were on
Because Carla had left
Her door open
By going out
Time passed
I saw nothing
And continued my dreaming
Giorgio came back
Then Carla too
They came in
And we left
Without giving ourselves
The time
To live what we were doing
And we didn’t try again
It was broken.

• Electronic
• Punk
• Spoken Word
• grun-tu-molani
• noise
• voice
• Marseille