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We cut the papers and stick fish on them with glue. Ripping books, breathe into the microphone and snap them up to beats.



Harmoniums & bells & deep ocean beats, a voice whispering secrets in your ear. Where Indonesia & Africa melt together, with lullaby dubs & a drunken Bartok drinking tea with the tigers.



Dans ma Poitrine



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