Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Noèlia Díaz Vicedo

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Far away, beyond the horizon The Voice of a child calls the moon, It is your damn heart that calls yourself Love That spins a web of lies. I have been víctim and guilty, And a piece of ephemeral, vulnerable flesh. But now I will say that this woman That lives and writes will seize the word And will put her weaving to one side And will turn the burden into the song Of a disposessed mermaid.

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