What I will say when the sun goes down
and the grieving faces scattering dreams of little stars
in stained ground
bones in ragas
smelling memories
Who will say the names
and count the shoes

What I will say when the sun goes down
and the grieving faces scattering dreams of little stars
in stained ground
bones in ragas
smelling memories
Who will say the names
and count the shoes
I spent years of my life being involved with Palestinian solidarity groups, researching Palestine history and following very close their drama and suffering.
How hypocrite is our recent history , the governments and organizations behind Israel foundation.
After 1948 millions of families became refugees in their own (before) country, enduring daily humiliation under a gun point Zionist [...]
Alain Leroy is alone, looks around but can not recognize anybody… so noise, so absent, so superficial. The self destruction path is surrounded by ghosts from the past, and the only way out is the way to himself, disconnected from the world. This is the image I still see -Alain Leroy , is present in [...]