of each of us
at least a sore word
a brief comment
I extracted from the center of my heart
any secret pain
I spread my mind
on hard paths of sharp stones
to reach each one of you
If living was so difficult
love each other impossible
at least this extreme sacrifice
of blood tears and sweat
soothes even a little
our scattered lives
We left because of an explosion
from the place of our dreams
only it remained an acrid smell
random deaths
and the astonished silence
of a cry
