In a monologue featuring poems and kitsch music, Cecilia Moya Rivera explores the following questions: what is this wound that hurts? Who are the real broken hearts?
Against a red backdrop – a colour that is characteristic of her practice, a symbol of blood, woundedness and rage – the writer and performer raises a toast to her companions as a kind of healing protocol. At the same time, Cecilia Moya Rivera uses language and performance to explore her colonial past-present and generational trauma, employing language as a tool for decolonisation. During the performance, she dedicates poems of protest to colonisers in an attempt to soothe and repair the wounded hearts of her peers.
La fiesta de la reparación offers participants a space to talk about something no one wants to talk about: reparations.

Reparation isn’t healing

Téjeme el dolor
burn my veins with real love
repair the blood
with returning in time

did you notice the smell of our blood?
it used to smell of strawberries, ahora huele a podrido

burn my veins
repair my heart
repárame el corazón
give me back the words
and all my past, my love,
All my past, my love, please
that is too much to ask?

all, all the past my love
reparation isn’t healing, as you make me believe
burn my veins instead!
cas reparation has never been synonymous with healing

poem by Cecilia Moya Rivera (february 2023)

Cecilia Moya Rivera is a South American artist, writer and performer based in Switzerland.
With a background in graphic design, she builds her artistc practice in relation to language and their colonial past- present. For some time now, she has been experimenting with translation, astrology and rage as political weapons against colonialism. Despite the fact that she never attended a drama school, her migration and generational trauma pushed her to pursue performance as a medium of artistic expression.
She is also part of the art collective Mil M2, with which she explores collective practices in public spaces as political tools.