Proverbs of the Stone
On your mossy chest,
several leaves fell and embraced it.
A few seconds later,
they parted.
No sound was heard,
only tears,
unreadable by the wind.
"Come home on your mother's shoulder,
tell her that we are two wounded souls."
Atambua, 2026
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