Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...

Last night, I painted the
perfect picture of our hands...

Do you see the lights, grandpa? See
them? They're...

i’m sorry i’m a cracked wall
i know...

The moment you meet the man
who promised you of a better life...

Are you scared? Because I'm not.
Not anymore...

The more I want you to forsake
this paper...

This soldier had been
sitting on the furthest...

It was only when
you grabbed my shoulders and threw...

You learnt to turn your fingertips
into curves of light...

Under that white skirt and
light smirk...

We encountered maize
crops on our way to a...