Yes. Oh no! I don’t subject myself to a leadership that does not break new territories! It is the job of leadership to succeed in landing its limbs on new grounds.

My arms and legs fell asleep. Silence of the Limbs.

Whoever said that love hurts was wrong. Love is excruciating, especially when you can feel it slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it. Like someone was playing tug-of-war with...

I feel my hand. I am these two beasts struggling at the end of my arms. My hand scratches one of its paws with the nail of the other paw; I feel its weight on...

Let all the green leaves be mineas long as the trees define shades created by their limbsfor the soil made with victimsof atrocity’s vileness to redeem the fragileness

You grieve at first. And then slowly, with the yawning of the years, the disappeared gets scraped from your memory, the way your flesh can be peeled from your limbs. It’s very harsh and extremely...