The imposture of the conquerors stamped on exploited faces… political orientation are all the same… sadness is not printed in the «gossip column.»
Years and centuries breaking the backbone, leaving traces of slave labor across the land… and while we cheat and chat, dark-flowers, wars and revenge will never be forgotten, as well as monuments to all liars!
The world likes sarcasm!
No one will leave the past, wich is the fear of a nasty death but lethal lights pinpointed the suspects… nothing is the same when it wears out the wound.
(It rains now on our tears and our tears rain on my chest. Drops fall down to a transparent paper were I was writing……. it ripped…..) The next morning I start over again!
– Miriam Costa