When we say ‘Palestina Libre,’ we also demand…
The roses that grew in our hearts,
A poem
In the mirror, I find my father looking back at me.The years go by and more and more he looks…
For love
From our very first breathOur human struggle beginsLife or deathWhat the hell is this
I have lost, given, or left behind my things.I was proud of so many of them.Some of this was by choice…