my body does not fit in your frame,
it has been digested into a dark room
gazes are stowed on my back,
with a cinematic way
Ι want to return to the whiteness of black
without ever forgetting where we come from
I carry your bones, underneath my skin
while holding in my hands the stones of silence
white, oh white, twenty four hours
Quatation from the lyrics of the poet Suheir Hammad/ Broken and Beirut







