She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...

I never realized that forgiveness was not meant to free the sinners, it was meant to free the hands of the inflicted from carrying the...

Dreams are our lifeblood and oxygen. Hope and faith is humanity itself. And wisdom grows from quiet contemplation: a patient endeavor of soul feeding which one rushes past on the road to survival...

Out of kitchen foil and boards he built the throne of God. Not one but many thrones, until he could fill a whole room with thrones and...

She shakes as her elephant skin is pierced with drills. In her majesty she swats away the mighty man as if he is no more than a housefly...

Our mother, she cries, with unceasing tears. She sobs for hours, for days, for weeks. We hear the thundering beat of her broken heart as...

We sing until we choke on the ashes of bleeding forests, we run until our lungs are filled with soot and our hearts sink into the depths...

Born of angels - not a mother, not a father - raised by love incarnate in a vivid world without color, where the harsh contrasts of white on black cease to frame the grainy faces...

Le soleil d’été, les beaux jours dont on rêve dans les peintures. Les Romantiques, les Impressionnistes n’ont jamais vu les Français périr un jour d’été...