Monday 30 July 2012

N




Every afternoon we sit on the pavement. The sun sears the skin. We wait. She never comes

Monday 23 July 2012

B





We love our brother, but we have not seen him in twenty years. He ran away a Saturday morning. 
Daddy said he went to the army. 

Mum just went whistling as usual.


We love our brother, but we have not seen him in twenty years.  He ran away a Saturday morning.
Daddy said he did not know.

Mum just went whistling as usual


We love our brother, but we have not seen him in twenty years.
 He ran away a Saturday morning. 
 Daddy does not speak. 

 Mum just went whistling as usual.


Monday 16 July 2012

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The sea appears on the window. Lying down on the bed, he let his eyes wander around the sea. He summons dawn the birds the sand. The window wavers, he sighs. Silence is his only mood. He knows his every utterance is recorded, every step registered. They follow him day and night.

Monday 9 July 2012

W





She comes from faraway she said she used to eat the rotten skin of potatoes she found in the garbages of the town. The war had finished, she was free and wandered across the continents. She came to our small village and sometimes talked to us.


Monday 2 July 2012

n




A night in the town, we stroll and murmur, the neighbourhood twitch behind the curtains, we stroll, they speak behind our backs and smile, they know no sin, they do not make choices, they do not breathe, they do not care, they laugh and smile behind our back. We survived the thirst, nothing ever matters.