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Lichtpunt

Chris est un documentariste belge. Ici, il récite Lichtpunt de Biezon.
Quand elle dort,
elle est la plus proche que du parfum,
dans mon nez que de la nourriture, pour mes yeux un corps sombre dans la nuit dans mes mains carressantes.
Quand elle dort, qu'elle est vulnérable
Et intouchable et timide
Au delà des désirs, sans défauts Beauté époustouflante,
dans mes bouts de doigts
Quand elle dort, elle est insupportablement gentille.

Sloboda

Sanja is an independent theatre professional and has been worked in theatres across Croatia and France. Here, she reads Sloboda by Danijel Dragojevic.
Freedom
Anyone who has travelled will know
apples can't taste as good
as on the street and the square of some unknown city
Perhaps because the city asks no questions,
You have not promised it anything,
there you are neither child nor an adult,
without the age and obligations,
you are forgotten and unknown,
removed from your own language and events.
It is August now, it is now the end of August,
I wonder how lovely would be to travel,
May be to Florence, may be to Sienna, it has to be Tuscany,
For that moment of rounded and shiny freedom.