Grief

“O fado é uma queixa e nós temos muita razão de nos queixarmos... vida fora.”

“For a long time the streets remained strewn with corpses, as the walks of a garden with dead flowers and leaves.”

“My heart and my Delhi may both be in ruins; there are still some delights in this ravaged home.”

“The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes.”

“When one of your children has been brutally murdered you are looking for those with power to do something about it.”

“Where does love go? Where do you go, the leftover?”

“It’s all over, baby.”