My tongue knows pain. It’s been forced to speak the language of the North of money and power. And I lost names for flowers and fruits....

Diccelo tu, come si vive, questa vita. Diccelo tu, tu che ti rispetti, tu che non hai bisogno di ciò di cui non si ha bisogno. Dimmelo,...

She's forgotten how to put names to eyes noses smiles. So what? She's better with voices, they tell me. She's forgotten how to speak the...

How does it feel when the wall you're hurled against is softer than it seemed? It's made of pillows, and soft silk. How does it feel when...

I fly: the ground doesn't feel stable enough even on my back. Altitude high: I am afraid to see that the soil has been burnt and many...

I feel your weight holding me down. My face against tiles pressed on a cold slab I'm all too familiar with because I've tried time and...