With the first line, I began.
I’ writing, over us falling bullets like raindrops.
Attacked by wrath, as by the waves of the sea.
The sky used to be clear, as clear as a river, but it was covered with smoke.
Everything has changed, everything has changed quickly.
As fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, as fast as magic.
I ask them, what happened, what happened? Everyone says we don’t know it, we can’t realize it.
Planes, angry and haughty, throw their grenades at us.
They did not kill me, I am not dead yet, but they burned it, they burned my whole life.
They burned them, the leaves of my tree.
