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Dolores Dorantes
13.-We are the war and we are the refuge
“13.-We are the war and we are the refuge. The sky opens its mouth for you to hide your grenade. We wait for you throbbing like mines. Below and inside. Below and inside. Below and inside we are a sea of girls of ash. We are armed adolescents crossing the border. Master, maestro, what we are not told. Close us. Mount us and keep us alive.”
© Translation: 2012, Jen Hofer
13.-We are the war and we are the refuge
“13.-We zijn de oorlog en we zijn de schuilplaats. De hemel opent zijn mond opdat je je granaat verbergt. We wachten op je tikkend als mijnen. Onderin en binnenin. Onderin en binnenin. Onderin en binnenin zijn we een zee van schatjes van as. We zijn gewapende pubers die de grens passeren. Baas, meester, wat ons niet wordt verteld. Sluit ons. Beklim ons en houd ons in leven.”
© Vertaling: 2012, Mariolein Sabarte Belacortu
“13.-Somos la guerra y somos el refugio. El cielo abre la boca para que escondas tu granada. Te esperamos latiendo como minas. Por debajo y por dentro. Por debajo y por dentro. Por debajo y por dentro somos un mar de nenas de ceniza. Somos adolescentes armadas cruzando la frontera. Amo, maestro, lo que no se nos dice. Ciérranos. Móntanos y mantennos vivas.”
© 2011, Dolores Dorantes
From: Estilo
Publisher: ManoSanta Editores, Guadalajara
From: Estilo
Publisher: ManoSanta Editores, Guadalajara
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13.-We are the war and we are the refuge
“13.-We are the war and we are the refuge. The sky opens its mouth for you to hide your grenade. We wait for you throbbing like mines. Below and inside. Below and inside. Below and inside we are a sea of girls of ash. We are armed adolescents crossing the border. Master, maestro, what we are not told. Close us. Mount us and keep us alive.”
© 2012, Jen Hofer
From: Estilo
From: Estilo
13.-We are the war and we are the refuge
“13.-We are the war and we are the refuge. The sky opens its mouth for you to hide your grenade. We wait for you throbbing like mines. Below and inside. Below and inside. Below and inside we are a sea of girls of ash. We are armed adolescents crossing the border. Master, maestro, what we are not told. Close us. Mount us and keep us alive.”
© 2012, Jen Hofer
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