Eulàlia Rovira
Works
El contorn d'un arc
Esmorteir l'esmorteït
La figa, l’espina, l’escut
The Eye's Speech –or was it the I Speech?
We transgressed the night and abandoned our bodies
Àrids, clor, dents, termoplàstics
Keel/Reef
La grave gravedad
The reins should feel like silk in your hands
One motif says to the other: I can't take my eyes off you
The Feet Fixed to the Ground Betray No Impatience
La part sombre
Fingers Grease on Glass
In Order to Grow One has to Bury
Un paisatge ordenat
A Fence, a Tapestry
An Egg, a Dome
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