SELECTED ART AND POETRY
full collection soon to be published by Tangerine Books
SET ME FREE
Everyone's voices are taken
Everyone's breath smells
It seems that the sounds are heard from the depths of the deep well
All eyes are on the black galaxy,
It seems that the heads are separated from the bodies,
And they have been thrown away,
they have rolled in the dust and mud
The hands are separated and tied in a chain of injustice
And each foot has chosen a different path to walk
The body is numb and doesn't solve anything
All screams hit the wall, and they hit our mouths like a fist
This is not fantasy, this is reality.
And the day you came, you made a salve with your hands for this tired heart
You polished my voice with your voice
You caressed my hands
You gave breath to this nearly dead body
And you invited me to gaze from the darkness of
the galaxy to the bright and warm lantern of your heart
I know that all of me is still imprisoned, and
the way to reach you is through a wall of hatred,
of those who live in your neighbourhood,
but you will save this body as well.
Everyone's voices are taken
Everyone's breath smells
It seems that the sounds are heard from the depths of the deep well
All eyes are on the black galaxy,
It seems that the heads are separated from the bodies,
And they have been thrown away,
they have rolled in the dust and mud
The hands are separated and tied in a chain of injustice
And each foot has chosen a different path to walk
The body is numb and doesn't solve anything
All screams hit the wall, and they hit our mouths like a fist
This is not fantasy, this is reality.
And the day you came, you made a salve with your hands for this tired heart
You polished my voice with your voice
You caressed my hands
You gave breath to this nearly dead body
And you invited me to gaze from the darkness of
the galaxy to the bright and warm lantern of your heart
I know that all of me is still imprisoned, and
the way to reach you is through a wall of hatred,
of those who live in your neighbourhood,
but you will save this body as well.
DROP OF RAIN
I'm a drop of rain, I am a stranger in this desert,
I wander and wonder, looking for the river,
You held me in your beautiful hands, You did not allow this drop to fall to the thirsty ground.
You will leave me in the river, You will save me from the desert.
It's been a long time ,
I have a thirst to kiss the beach water,,,
You understand what I'm saying.
Only your kind heart hears the cry of mine , And it takes me to the shore of freedom.
I will always remember you.
Remember that if you cross the beach one day, call me, I will visit you with all my being.
I love you Australians and how hard it is to know that one day I will lose you
COURT (MY 2 YEAR COURT CASE)
Judge: What’s your name?
Accused: Human.
Judge: Who are your parents?
Accused: Neither mother nor father.
Judge: Place of birth?
Accused: Paradise that has been turned to ruins.
Judge: Family members?
Accused: Clean air that has been polluted and a boat that has been swallowed by the ocean.
Judge: Your height?
Accused: One day I was so close to God, now I am as tall as the shadow of my destiny, on the ground.
Judge: Your weight?
Accused: Not so light that I can fly and touch freedom, and not so heavy as to be trapped in this cage.
Judge: Your colour?
Accused: Just Black. The color that is hated in this county.
Judge: The colour of your eyes?
Accused: The colour of rain that falls from the sky.
Judge: Your makeup?
Accused: Half my body is from dust and the other half is from another world.
Judge: Plaintiff?
Accused: Australia.
Judge: The name of your lawyer?
Accused: God.
Judge: What is your crime?
Accused: The Boat (saved myself on a small boat, came to Australia and asked for help).
Judge: Is that all?
Accused: Yes, it is.
Judge: What was the verdict they issued for you?
Accused: Six years on Nauru and Christmas Island and two years in an Australian detention centre. Still I’m in detention.
Judge: Who is your accomplice in this sin?
Accused: The mind that led me to this country.
Judge: Are you scared?
Accused: Very much.
Judge: What are you afraid of?
Accused: I will be trapped in the camp for the rest of my life.
Judge: Do you miss someone?
Accused: Yes, very much.
Judge: Who?
Accused: God.
Judge: Has anyone visited in these eight years?
Accused: Only God.
Judge: Do you have any complaints?
Accused: No… But…
Judge: But what?
Accused: Isn't the sentence too heavy for the crime?
Judge: Do not exaggerate!
Do you have proof that you are innocent?
Accused: Yes.
Judge: What is your proof?
Accused: Two drops of tears.
Judge: Do you have any guarantee?
Accused: Yes, only God.
Judge: What’s your last defense?
Accused: My God, it does not matter to me whether you call me, look at me or reject me.
It does not matter to me whether you bury me or raise me to infinity.
I am not the one who gets mad at you, nor do you keep silent and ignore me.
I call you with my inner self.
Look what they’ve done to your earth, an outcry of injustice!
Killing each other has become a daily game.
We have become thieves, we became the kings of thieves.
Your earth stinks…. you see all this. I know, my God, I call you with my inner self.
Judge: Enough talking! Do not talk so much! We are tired. Take him back to the detention centre so that we can call him again in a few months and ask him a few questions.
Accused: Yes, and I’ll return to my usual place with the painful silence…….
WHEN I'M THINKING OF YOU
When I’m thinking of you:
My smiles come out from behind the shadows of pain,
And they find their place in your name.
In the midst of a storm of sorrow, I find my peace on the calm shore of your gaze.
When I’m thinking of you:
From the precipice of the bitter garden, the words of my mind fall into your beautiful name, which is the city of flowers.
When I’m thinking of you:
Your hands are clearing the fog enveloping my chest
When I'm thinking of you
