If

if i were a sculptor i would have sat at the shores of Mediterranean before i started creating... and would insert my hands to your heart and hurt you, because you have lied to me Cyprus i had to abandon my childhood; my only toy was your stones, your plants, ropes and only doll which i used to play were a hand made by my mum Were always escorted by the soldiers when going to school i wanted to fall in love on your torso and swim in your waters/you have taken that away... you offended me in everyway, ruined my dreams how can a wound heal without hurting? that’s why i choose to stay outside of your heart i have nightmares at your doorstep and sarcastic you keep pouring moon dust on me oh! how i want you to suffer i know i will miss you again but not so soon when that time comes i will turn my head towards you like a pigeon and give you back all the sufferings you have given me. Günsel Djemal - April 2009 - London