TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Monologues

The smell of humans As in childhood

as in childhood I trust only the simple things water air light

water always finds a way it circumvents every obstacle it widens every crack

the invisible air lets itself be seen in the motion of branches and twigs in the spray of waves it uncovers roofs breaks down trees only the light has got eyes in which things look at each other

as in childhood I trust only the simple things

a bright smile of a dark-skinned man from Pakistan who is dancing on his knees because he has no feet

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