In her, poetry is a language that will once again assert itself as the only possible means of saying something, at some other moment in the future. Now one must surrender to the fluid present, to the revolutionary action of reading.
L'aigua entre les coses is articulated from a paradox in the holding of a vital fluidity that slips away. We find a hymn to life when it has been wounded by loss and its violence.
Clara Ballart traces the vertigo of vertical fluidity, knowing herself horizontal or, rather, with the gift of the obliquity of one who risks falling.
(From the foreword by Meri Torras Francès)