Poetry by Oana Maroti
Headphones on.
Yann Tiersen shakes bells and, with his soft voice, composes a poem, spelling out a repeated dream of freedom, the name of a place that is being torn apart.
The heart beat changes into alertness. Each conflict finds its way to an end; an open long-term conflict is rhythmically disturbing.
The lips are occupied with lettering, as a method of resistance: Palestine.
I would like to add in a dramatic, grave, closed note: End War! End them conflicts once and for all!
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