TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Sjón

THE BLIND POET stands with his face turned towards the STONE WALL. We barely hear his whispering voice.

BLIND POET

é--a e- e- a--a. e- a--e-io- a -u- -i-o-o-ía- y a- --i--o --a--o.

THE TAXI DRIVER leads THE BLIND POET away.

TAXI DRIVER

on the way back to the airport I asked the blind poet what went on between the hardened lava pillars and a poet’s soft tongue ... I gave the wall a poem to keep as long as it is standing. it rewarded me with a riddle in the language of giants ...

BLIND POET

THE BLIND POET shows him the grey and speckled mossy

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