Clamat nocte, 2014.

We cried in the night,
We picked the day.
We watched the shore of the Tigris
and let the tears
to flow along the river.
Clamat nocte, 2014.

Early in the dawn,
The sun is on the horizon.
I stand up and watch the departure.
My eyes are red from the pain.
Clamat nocte, 2014.
Il n'y a pas de vent, 2014, ink callamus


