J'ai tant fouillé la terre
à la recherche de traces de toi
Puis j'ai enfoui profond
tous les restes de nos repas

Et je n'savais que faire
J'ai modelé avec mes doigts
ton corps en glaise
Et j'l'ai avalé
Je n'sais pas pourquoi

Ingurgiter ton image

LA MOITIE DU SET DU 16/06 AU BRELFEST
REFAIT APPROXIMATIVEMENT 
QUE DES CASSETTES 
:-)

MAITRE SELECTO - APPROXIMATIVOBRELFEST - K7 JOCKEY

B2 - Veux-tu

B3 - Que tu es triste (feat. TG Gondard)

le volcan

compile pour max :
dans ma famille, on tire un nom au sort pour savoir à qui on fait un cadeau à noël. Je suis tombée sur Max la dernière fois; et parmi d'autres petites choses, il a pu déballer cette playlist/selecta/compile/k7 unique fabriquée spécialement rien que pour lui.

aujourd'hui je la rends publique (avec son autorisation, bien sûr) et je vous souhaite de verser quelques larmes (promis, ça fait du bien)


(jusqu'à 29'59'') face a :

PHILIP GLASS - koyaanisqatsi
USERBAND - i adore you
GAJEB + AVENTURINE - la terre s'éloigne
TREFL7 - o arios sewprios
AUDE VAISSELLE - they’ve killed me for putting ketchup on my eggs
GASTON PELOUSE - je me réclame du vivant (reprise de Moyen-Âge)
AVENTURINE - sarajevo
COLOMBEY - la nuit n'en finit plus (reprise de Pétula Clark)
OTTO BENSON + MUSIQUE CHIENNE - longtime
BULIE JORDEAUX - le volcan

(à partir de 30'01'') face b :

JARDINO - rossignolet des bois
TÔLE FROIDE - les michel.le.s
LOOK MUM NO COMPUTER - la la la (international)
CLARA LE MEUR - postillons*
SARA YTIC - pendant que les champs brûlent (reprise de Niagara)
GRAND BLANC - au revoir chevaux (reprise de Q Lazzarus)
SCARLATINE - (( interlude ))
MARIUS ATHERTON - anne
ENREGISTRER LE FICHIER - boucle 1

bonus : chansons dans le jardin de poillé avec Nils, Cécile, Guillaume, Camille, Nino, Manon, Régine, Lucile, Gaspard, Armand, Max et moi un soir d'avril où nous fêtions l'anniversaire de lulu en 2023

face a + face b = VF1

février

Voobrazhaemyi

ETERNAL THRESHOLDS BOOKLET (EN) https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1371805/eternal-thresholds-booklet.pdf
HORIZON IX BOOKLET (EN) https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1369223/horizon-ix-the-story.pdf
HORIZON IX BOOKLET (DE): https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1369835/horizon-ix-the-story-de.pdf
The Architect roams the lower levels only to find familiar corridors leading somewhere else entirely. Doorways open to impossible landscapes, buildings breathe, and time inside the city no longer matches the clocks. Reality is melting into dream logic — and no one seems to notice but him.

The Architect has been wandering for days, though time has lost its grip here. In this place, streets rearrange themselves when you look away. He passes a corner bakery and, seconds later, finds it replaced by an open shore where waves hiss against cobblestones. No one seems alarmed. People walk as if nothing changes — their smiles faint, their eyes slow to blink — as if they’ve already made peace with living inside a dream.

The city feels alive, but not in the way machines live. It breathes, shifting with the rhythm of an unseen sleeper. Doorways lead to places that could not exist: a stairwell descending into clouds, an elevator that opens to a forest in autumn, a library whose shelves are lined with the names of people who haven’t been born yet.

The Architect begins marking his path with chalk on the walls, but each mark fades within moments, erased by the city itself. It’s as if the place resists permanence, as though it doesn’t want to be mapped — or remembered.

One night, under rain that tastes faintly of the sea, the Architect hears a voice from a window above: “It’s not the city that’s dreaming… it’s you.” The shutters close.

He stands in the empty street, unsure whether to move forward or to wake up — if waking up is still possible.

“Cities Made of Sleep” depicts a dreamlike, unstable world where urban landscapes shift, dissolve, and rewrite themselves, blurring the line between memory, illusion, and reality. Streets vanish, towers turn to grass, oceans appear and fade, and even names and maps cannot hold their place, suggesting a city that is alive, fluid, and indifferent to human attempts at permanence. The inhabitants, numbed to the constant transformations, accept the unreality as normal, while the narrator resists, trying to hold onto meaning in a place where nothing endures. 

The final twist — “it’s not the city that’s dreaming, it’s you” — reframes the disorientation as a projection of the self, making the city both a metaphor for the subconscious and a mirror of fragile human perception.


HORIZON 7:  CITIES MADE OF SLEEP

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vieux morceau enregistré dans une chambre à Bruxelles

face a + face b = VF1

pâte à sel