Nora Fuchs

Blind Is The Spot On Which I Spot
I Spotted An Empty Spotless Spot
And On That Spot A Well-tied Knot
Of This And Of That And Of Thou Shalt Not
But Despite It The Birds Sang And They Did Sing A Lot
And Once It Turned Out To Be Hot
There Was No Room For Nothing In Every Pot
And If Only A Shot
Or A Pale And Old Dot
Though It Ought To be Thought To Be Some Kind Of Sport
To Me Seems Like It May Or May Not
And Then Wiped Out Under The Swat

Choreogeraphy: Nora Fuchs
Light: Mustafa Cicek

Free Admission, Ticket reservation: n.fuchs@hzt-berlin.de