Dedicated to Bassel al-Araj
We are the dreams of Martyrs
who lived too much and were struck down.
When we realise the cause of their sacrifice
they will wake, and live on
We are the horse
that remembers its owners, despite their absence,
anticipates their return,
in action
in its own return,
in the gallop towards the horizon
where the home lies.
We are the suffering of the tortured man,
which sets the stage of our expression
and through a song or poem, announces
the right to scream.
We are the moment after the camps,
after the famine, after the prison, the defeats
the hereafter which says:
I’ll go on.
We are the refusal of exile,
of the state
of affairs, of limited solutions, we are their dismantling.
We are the imagination of existence
Through which many possible existences are imagined.
We are the wonder of a child at rainfall,
the belief of something more.
I say again;
We are the dreams of Martyrs.
We are the answers.
