NO ONE

 

My name is Samir.

I did not live.

That thing called war took me away before I could take my first steps.

Not afraid that our bodies would be torn apart by a mine I would have crossed that immense stretch of sandy fields holding my mother’s hand.

Illuminated by the sunlight. Listening to the noise of the wind and not to the one of bombs.

 

My name’s Camille.

I did not live.

That thing called disease took me away before I could run.

Free from the wires of the machines that fed my breathing and through their constant tickling they used to beat the time of my days, always identical to one another, I used to dream of running and falling down feeling the burning of the bruises on my knees but happy to get up again to keep doing it and doing it again.

 

Our names are Marco and Maria.

We did not live.

The one who’s called dad violated and stole our innocence.

Where it was supposed to be home. Where it was supposed to be the safest place.

We stopped living. Because you cannot live without trust. You cannot live without dreaming.

 

My name is No one.
Because no child should say it did not live.

 

 – ART INSTALLATION –