Sometimes we drown in thirst.
The death is a well-closed wound.
A trench is a half-finished tomb.
The death scythe never mows grass.
The contradictions are recycled words.
The death is not human. It never fails.
The peace always bumps into the same war.
Only a Homo Ignorant terms himself Sapiens.
Gender violence. Certainly a dramatic genre.
To sacrifice your life just to save yourself.