A group of women enters the space one by one. Each brings her own language, her rhythm, her story. We read the same text — fragmented, translated, reimagined — in our own tongues. Our voices layer, intertwine, interrupt, and accompany one another. It doesn’t matter if we don’t understand every word: the essence lies in the act of speaking together.

This performance is a choral invocation that overflows the borders of language. As each voice joins, the text becomes a sonic fabric where difference does not divide but enriches. The multiplicity of languages does not confuse—it multiplies meaning.

It is a collective reading and a political gesture, a space where language is not a barrier but a bridge. A choreography where rhythm takes precedence over literal translation, and the body also speaks.