The Sea Nymphs
On The Dry Land

Today there is a party in the belly of the Whale of the Sea That Does Not Exist

A rain of psycho pop confetti, childish folk, a mime dressed as a colorful Syd Barrett dances on the rainbow of notes of a little orchestra of pink bunnies directed by William D. Drake with the head of a jellyfish.

In the belly of the whale, it is a party. Codfish dance a quadrille led by surreal Cardiacs.

A musical orchestrated by Captain Nemo, hymns to the waves from the foam of joyful pink.

But the belly of the whale is only an illusion, we open our eyes in the belly of reality with magical notes never heard before resonating in our minds.

We close our eyes, dreaming of reopening them on the pastel-colored shores of the Sea That Does Not Exist and on the horizon, at the setting of the golden doubloon, seeing in the distance the smile of our whale.