Outside, there's too much noise
and little room for hope...

It was Ramadan,
and the whole family gathered...

With time,
speaking becomes exhausting...

I don't recall
the first time I knew him...

The last time I saw Beirut,
a full moon was curbing its rooftops...

Mother, are we alive?
I waved at our neighbor this morning...

At times, I feel I'm out of choices.
Perhaps all the fingers of accusation...

Things haven't changed that much.
We've just glued shame...

I swear Jesus cried that night.
It was Friday, and the skyline...

I promised your eyes the night
you landed on my chest...

One day, when all of this ends,
we will collect our bones...

Two scenes that give life its taste:
1- The words that you never say...