Today is the second day of January 2020. The year is young and fresh, yet I don’t feel it. A friend asked why I did not celebrate Christmas nor the arrival of year 2020. Well friend, I believe life is a continuum (a continuation). There is no difference between yesterday…
I knock on your door but you do not open You come to your window and it’s the wind You look out and see the sun I knock on your door but you do not open You sit at your window and it’s white clouds You look out but…
A year ago I found myself inside a mass grave full of the butchered remains of humans who like me had hopes, dreams and feelings. It has taken me a year to write this story. This is how it happened. It was April, and like all Aprils for the past…