if i were a sculptor
i would have sat at the shores of Mediterranean before i started creating...
and would insert my hands to your heart and hurt you,
because you have lied to me Cyprus
i had to abandon my childhood; my only toy was your stones,
your plants, ropes and only doll which i used to play were a hand made by my mum
Were always escorted by the soldiers when going to school
i wanted to fall in love on your torso and swim in your waters/you have taken that away...
you offended me in everyway, ruined my dreams
how can a wound heal without hurting?
that’s why i choose to stay outside of your heart
i have nightmares at your doorstep
and sarcastic you keep pouring moon dust on me
oh! how i want you to suffer
i know i will miss you again but not so soon
when that time comes i will turn my head towards you
like a pigeon and give you back all the sufferings you have given me.



Günsel Djemal - April 2009 - London