The truce ended today. Bombing continues. Violent images flood my nervous system. I make a point to pray. Death is lurking.
Read MoreThe truce ended today. Bombing continues. Violent images flood my nervous system. I make a point to pray. Death is lurking.
Read MoreEnviaré mi nariz de regreso a Polonia.
Mis manos de regreso a Inglaterra.
Enviaré parte de mi piel a Alemania y parte de mi cabello a Escocia.
Pero mi corazón... lo guardaré en Nəxʷq̓iyt.
Read MoreMy hands back to England.
I’ll send some of my skin back to Germany and some of my hair back to Scotland.
But my heart... I’ll keep that in Nəxʷq̓iyt.
With all the love and anger of my Seya still flowing in it.
Read Morela muchacha
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