”What happens to the souls that die unjustly
We visited some stuck on earth.
They hide under the tunnels,
become one with the moist walls,
hold each other in a web,
speak the language of the dead.
They talk of hope, justice, vengeance, and love.
They go where they cannot scare the living.

I seek refuge from a soldier
running after me,
they light the underpass for me.
They do not want me to join them
yet.”

70 x 100 cm — Acrylic and Oils on canvas