Diuen - Introducció [English translation]

I, who have strangled my daughter

obeying You

and have buried her, still

convulsing, under the ice

don't know how to drown the dark

groan which fits

nicely to your

space behond the wall. And ever since,

she speaks through me

She floats on the water

immobile and silent

about that which I don't know

if I am

May the fire burn

the mute hour, and liberate

language and pathways. May the day

be born, nude, from the melted ice.