My Living Dead Father

“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the wall of emotional traumas around my heart. My heart is the place, I learnt how…
“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the wall of emotional traumas around my heart. My heart is the place, I learnt how…
Faith is divine; man births religion. I am afraid it is fear that brings man to God: at a time, that man realizes his finitude, then out of the fear of various phenomenons death, accident, social classes …etc. Man start…
The boy shivered when I kissed him, He said love does not kill Death does And death comes in many ways. That night was his last on god-swollen foot, He was burnt By his own father. My mother never hated…
I will be happy if you kill meBecause you didn’t leave meto experience much of the tragedy of this world,At least I will not be blamed; it is you they will blame.The sin would be upon your soulBut before you…
Mother was born in the rift of time…The Elizabethans showed her the way;Took her shoes away,And left the Catholic Hymns in her mouth.Mother don’t know “Hymns do good”But shoes do take you places where barefoot can’t walk through.Mother thought Hymns…