Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Noèlia Díaz Vicedo

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Gums bursting in the four winds silence, darkness, the stars. The moon becomes an epithalamium igniting the misty Western skies. The past’s sacred weekend And beneath the rain the taste of humid wind. I come beating a dream inside my skin. Wasted time. Watch out! The sparrow hawk is here. All my sunsets turned upside down: Scenes of the pleasures still to come. Words, images, songs, sonnets, I can still taste them between my teeth.

I live at the centre of the dark circle Drenched with a screaming desire To lose myself in the night forest.

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