ISRA

On a beach, signs of try of immigrants to have a better life. A girl. Her testimony, so simmilar to others, about need to leave home and parents for a new life, about loss of beloved ones. The home is defined by blooming roses and dead bodies in the streets , powerful images for their cold complementary.

Her words, her eyes, her steps on beach.

More than profound inspired remind about atrocious tragedy from near reality, ours near reality, a splendid portrait of the emotions of survivers when their life seems enveiled in ashes.

No doubts , a poem.

About a form of deep bitterness escaping, always , to descriptions.