It's crashing on your property-
not just the dirt in front of the door,
your grandfather's mark,
the key your mother hid,
the tomorrow you thought you'd leave to your child is gone.
Your vote is collapsing-
it's not about a finger of ink,
the promises you believe in, the dreams you dream,
“Everything you say ”changes"
overnight it becomes someone else's sentence.
Your municipality is collapsing-
the city that is yours
slowly alienating you,
your street doesn't recognize you anymore,
the walls are painted in another language.
Historic buildings are collapsing-
the stones are silent,
windows stop telling the past,
once living memory
and blowing away in the dust.
Collapsing on your olive-
the fruit of a thousand years of patience,
with a signature;
the pain is not only on the branch,
is felt deep in the root.
Collapsing into the river-
the sound of the water changes,
nothing flows freely anymore;
not the one who finds his way,
the path is being drawn.
Collapsing forest-
the shadow is receding,
the tongue of the wind breaks,
the earth no longer recognizes its burden.
Collapsing in your village-
the doors won't close,
because there are no more openers;
silence, where laughter used to roam
he settles in and stays.
The east is collapsing-
the sky is narrowing,
the horizon is approaching step by step;
even breathing
is presented as a permission, as a blessing.
And then-
the deepest, the most invisible:
It crashes into your will.
His voice, his word,
“I'm here.”.
That thin line that makes a person human,
the right to decide,
even the freedom to be wrong.
It crashes into your thought-
words are chosen,
sentences are weighed,
silence becomes a habit.
Collapsing in time-
the future is being postponed,
hope is on hold,
youth linger patiently.
And worst of all-
to the world.
Little by little,
without realizing it,
so quiet that you forget to protest,
to teach us acceptance.
And we are
in this darkness
looking for each other's voices-
“Someone who says, ”I'm here.",
“Someone who says, ”I haven't forgotten.",
“Someone who says, ”This can't go on like this.".
Because we know-
this weight that settles on everything,
but are removed together.
And one day-
on the same soil, under the same sky,
we will speak with our own voices again.
When that day comes
whatever collapses
he'll remember his place,
and we
we'll be ourselves again.