Someone really wants with wounded chest
To breathe in a sip of life. Churches and cites divided us all, rather than invented. She is asking: where are you kindness? Tears, sin and blood- they are next to us. Just the same they will be next to us. Our glasses don't dry, rather than, they don't dry up our glasses. Who are they? It's easier to forget everything. That's what we can. That's what we want. They don't get tired, after all, the grief-tyrants, to divide the dying world. The world --we don't divide.