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With the Kitchen Knives that we carried with our luggage

We have cut the fruits

That our hosts have presented it to us in the exile

And in the old drawers of the camps that were our shelters

We have kept it


And shiny

To dig out our old scars once they get healed

We took instant selfies pictures

With our clothes still damp from the sea that swallowed our relatives

We started to jargonize with new languages

We shared on our Facebook accounts walls

Breathtaking photos of nature

Wallowing on its grasses

Like happy bulls

But with the same knives that we have hidden


And bright

In the drawers

 We went pay the stabs to each other

As we were doing in our birthplaces.

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