Before I met you
I was not aware of
the pain’s meaning
I did not know what
a thought without body is
a flower without earth
a country without soil
one open wound.
But when I saw
the black cross
on your neck
I felt inside me
the refugees’ nails
and I begged God
to offer me
all the sufferings
that you had experienced.
sorry
that I was not born
earlier
to die.