Hands into fists. My Anger Your tears.
Everything that was inside has expanded.
So many broken things. Too much wail.
An ardent character. A hot brain.
One boy. One mother, father and sister
Blind injustice. Blind perception of what we call care.
Journey from nails to the velvet calm.
Still couldn´t believe that peace will come.
The idea seemed incredible.
More calm, more politic acts.
And edges that seemed sharp are smooth now.
I wanna take care of them.
