slaves to our mortal world
wrists tied to what we love death
to slow down the worn
and letting go of earthly bonds
birds traveling with wind beneath its wings
trapped wind just wind
escravos do mundo
com as Nossas Mortais bonecos
tied to or love that slowly morte e não cair
drop to earth as worn
bonds viajam Pássaros you sob vento com as
handles just
vento vento apanhar
poem of the book now that the love I installed
© nuria ruiz
Viñaspre Portuguese translation: © alberto augusto miranda
photo: L'homme qui ne marche pas, 2009, © Elmgreen & Dragset
Galería Helga de Alvear at ARCO 2011 in Madrid
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