– What the principal of my elementary school meant in his report to my secondary school that I am a “trouble-maker”:

When I was 8 after coming home in tears from school for months, my mother had enough.

Mens sana in corpore sano

Body, why do you rebel against me Body, do not lie,

If I am the feather you are the wings If I am the kite you are the wind

Thousands of years, wars Another age with dominant laws Life, forgotten letters cease the attar of words.

I love you like broken glasses.

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