Fatma, Fatma is us, Fatma is in every one of you were talking about other
I sent to you before when you decided to stop writing and I asked for the return of what a beautiful pen yours. the irony is that just a year later, I still seek your return, not because you decided to leave but because we have imposed your departure!
In my other post I took the words you write:
"We are writing to succeed to breathe air without dioxide places, names, gestures, nicks and people we pursue in the darkness of solitude ... ""
That would be the point of writing if we were tied up hands, if we dictate what others should read it if it is expressed only behind borders, fences, if there is any time to question if the ink is cursed, so resonates in our heads banned??
0 comments:
Post a Comment