A video poem by our good friend Gill Hands at Salon 5

I don´t know what I want, I don´t even know what I´m hoping for, I only know that I am making paths that go through the emptiness. I don´t know what I dream nor even if I have nightmares, I...

When I speak about the sea I feel me blue and I soothe the anger that my soul feels upon seeing the pain that surrounds me. Children who have lost their mother in a stupid war that money contends,...

Friend, I who dreamt about you, you who dreamt about me, I was barefoot you were nude, both of us with children´s games. Friend, where are those paths that we travelled together? Where is that...

The silence made friends with the night, hugging it like a brooch in a piece of cloth. It told the stars that shined in its neckline and gently, one by one, it began to conceal their glitter...

When you ask me if you will be happy, my son, I say yes because that is how I want you to be, but I look at the world and I remain awake although I hide my fear. Life is hard I warn you, but if...

The flower of my thaught will blossom, sometime, when the sadness has gone away and this is how I will remember you, my sweet dove, without the pain that I felt upon losing you and upon not...