The walls are your world,
the city where I was born
uncertainty rises
mountains unsafe
dust that surrounds us
with their glittery dignity mothers are teasing ignorance

World, my legs are weary my head aches,
the light is singing before my face ...
my blood screams from the inside of my veins
Rest ...
don't you want to rest. Why?
don't you want to give up?
haven't we travelled enough?

stop!

someone wants to get off.

Günsel Djemal 20/10/2010