Poetic Movements

You should hear their screams because they are the kids you will never meet who will never go to school and learn to count numbers in so many incomprehensible languages.   You should see their faces burned and tearful because they will never smile again or play some mischief.   You should feel their pain because you will never feel their joy some evening running onto you full of candy in their hands.   You should comprehend the disaster because it is stealing their lives away the light from inside their eyes and their age to be fools.   And you should know why the world is a bad place   why it’s not just enough to hold them in a hug and narrate yet another fairytale of witches and dragons; why?   25 Sept. 2016 Dundee, Scotland.   *For the little ones who we never met and we will never meet, here, in “our Europe”.    Photograph: Toys gathered for the chil

Facing East, to the valleys what can someone recall? Is it really a memory repressed or just a deceit of imagination? I am having another home, I remember, built inside of me, but I cannot always find my way and sometimes I even believe it’s drown in the waves. As for the coast, it appears far and more far away every when the sun comes and I am staring at it.    And it feels like I’ve never grown, not a single day has passed since the first time an ocean separated my heart. So when I attempt to cross this water and make it home, a storm is waking and the sun is gone. And home is a distant light in the darkness stealing my heart, or whatever part of it I’ve maintained. 17 Sept. 2016, Dundee. Photo: river Tay as seen from Dundee, 17 September 2016.