Moshe Benarroch, Volume II, Issue 1

I always carry a suitcase
Take it everywhere

waiting for the moment
they will chase me

from house to house
from town to town

from country to country
and the suitcase is full of toys

no child has played with
full of memories

of people without a past
full of love affairs

that never materialized
full of clothes

no one will ever wear
full of anger

on a quiet river
full of discriminations

by people of illusions
full of cruelty

toward people who reached their hands
and were told it’s the end

who wanted love
and received a suitcase.