Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Time is broken by the screams
It is like a broken mirror
The howl of the desert reflected from the shattered fragments
There are no vineyards
Cactus noise
The distant valley is also empty of water
The sun does not have the power to give light
No one knows anyone’s name
Just identifying the corpse
No one knows his native land
Convicted of any charge
Roses of the valley are brighter and children are more beautiful than roses
But all the valleys are now ashes
All eyes wrapped in hunger and thirst
Mother Mary has no milk
Her breasts are surrounded by thorns
All the hungry children of the world
Mother lost all the children of the world
All martyrs of the world are brothers
To all the oppressed sisters of the world
Palestine is a country
A bloody child’s face in a shattered mirror
But the child is in the mother’s womb
