आज़ादी विशेषांक / Freedom Special

अंक 13 / Issue 13

The Words Begin as Butterflies: Birgitta Trotzig

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6.

Dreamlessness covers what actually happens with a
stiff thick layer of grey viscous ice. The crust of
the earth is grey and hard. The air glass-grey. I
can´t make myself remember. The connection is broken.
The burning woman with the burning child in her arms.
How her eyelids are melting and transformed into naked
flesh, the naked only seeing and staring, a blue-black
roaring. I don´t want to see her. I don´t want to see
her.

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