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Dolores Dorantes

24.- Facing the monitor

“24.-Facing the monitor, we are those who await the order to pursue you. We walk distant and empty before threatening. We are your lobelias with the legs you favor. Each time we attack it is like giving you a kiss. Give us the presidency or the direction of the gunshots. We are the fresh fruits of war.”

24.- Facing the monitor

“24.-Tegenover het scherm zijn wij de vrouwen die wachten op het bevel achter jou aan te gaan. We lopen er afstandelijk en leeg bij alvorens te dreigen. We zijn jouw lobelia’s met hun lievelingsbenen. Iedere keer dat we aanvallen is het alsof we je kussen. Geef ons het presidentschap of de richting van de schoten. We zijn de verse vruchten van de oorlog.”

“24.-Frente al monitor, somos las que esperan la orden para perseguirte. Caminamos distantes y vacías antes de amenazar. Somos tus lobelias de piernas preferidas. Cada vez que agredimos es como darte un beso. Danos la presidencia o la dirección de los disparos. Somos los frutos frescos de la guerra.”
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24.- Facing the monitor

“24.-Facing the monitor, we are those who await the order to pursue you. We walk distant and empty before threatening. We are your lobelias with the legs you favor. Each time we attack it is like giving you a kiss. Give us the presidency or the direction of the gunshots. We are the fresh fruits of war.”

24.- Facing the monitor

“24.-Facing the monitor, we are those who await the order to pursue you. We walk distant and empty before threatening. We are your lobelias with the legs you favor. Each time we attack it is like giving you a kiss. Give us the presidency or the direction of the gunshots. We are the fresh fruits of war.”
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