If you were the history

violating my present

or my future

I would have known where to search


green olive tree

transformed into purple

If a borrowed colour is to live love

green should be loyal



cities’ are guerrilla’s

travel's are army

my poems doctor

my struggle will not stop until I reach you



I have pushed away everything

with the reverse of my hand

pen is to write words

the ones I have written and unable to write darling you
will be eternal.



Günsel Djemal 13/11/2010