I’m not going to write you words of love from a foreign land, my love

my only sin?
chasing a dream

I’m not going to write you poems and songs from a far away shore, my love

I’m not going to send you money for the school books, my daughter

I won’t call on the day of your birthday dear mother

I won’t send you a picture from my work place dear father

who could imagine such cruelty!
yet the one who is beating me now, just a few meters from the shore, is a human being just like me
I have to jump overboard
I cannot swim
I do not know if I will make it
I do not know if I will return,
I do not know

my only sin?
chasing a dream
only a dream

although those who had managed to come back from this odyssey through the sea
had...