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Straw Sculptures. Mouth.
by Sang Sik Hong
Òmes revoutats,
es a dire
òmes
Rotland Pécot
Mute will the revolt irrupt this season.
Teeth, as a row of white sheaves,
will set a barricade for words
and in the frothy ocean of the throat
will slogans and tokens
convulsely founder.
Once over,
suddenly turned into water hoses,
eyes will finally drain
the arteries’ resilient rage.
Only then, will the òmes,
risen up in silences
make the stubbles tremble.
Sílvia Aymerich i Lemos (provisional translation)