I look forward all day to evening, and then I put a curtain between the cheerless light and the haunted soul - shadows are my fantasy- nothing awake but night, everything is ready but slight; moon so pale, silence so dump, sea breath so far, and there is nobody just me and you. One candle and miles of thorny roses, I am waiting impatiently your coming with an embroidered bracelet surrounded my wrist engraved by your name,
lots of maps and promises to the virgin land, nothing more but lies. Peace talks, agreements, promises are quite lame. More than sixty years have passed and the tanks till now roar, the children above the destruction crawl, the mothers bleed their miss to the home , so where is the justice and where is the law??
Once my grandmother told me, that the right won't be lost and from that moment I am pretty sure that sooner or later return is just a matter of time.