Tenho escrito alguns pensamentos numa seria chamada “Afrocalypso” ontem aqui em Paris li um deles entitulado “Immigrant Prayers”. I‘ve been observing Europe with demanding eyes You who has inquired my soul and hopes Skinny bones collapsing under your choices Harvesting the honey of others with dirty hands Feast in friction from my violent spasms Answer my prayers of visas and guns 2 Your flesh of Marble offers me no warmth Translating my chants won’t bring you any closer to my feelings How we call a hero who has only brought horrors? Vanished are the rules you brought to my temple In the altar a daily offering of immigrant prayers At home an empty belly Now filled with Gods Sings me to sleep I scream for help You say I’m loud But A Closed Mouth Cannot Eat @1909.bookstore at @montezuma.cafe 💜