I'm not angry on behalf of
my father, who took his last...

I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...

An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...

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

He was my backbone,
the sword in my battles...

This isn't a painting.
Don't prance around with...

The sky is clear, and on the sidewalk,
old men are playing backgammon...

You pack your bags, and leave.
You head for a land that is less chaotic...

I know that now
I should pretend to search for...

Father,
Today I was emigrated to another...

There's something about your air
that makes my soul cling to you...

Dear therapist,
When you ask me...