My name is red because I am the son of war, and all you see
is my paralyzed remnants. I do not remember anything about the white clothes
because the brides of our city were killed before their weddings, and the face
of our land smashed anonymously. Now, we are without love and know nothing
about moon tales. Now we are always looking for short and lost dresses in this
very wide world. We cannot see our hands because they are disappearing in the
mouth of war, and we cannot hear our voices because they have sunk in the
oceans of war.
