Each moment howls (To detainees)

Each moment howls

and songs of the wind in an abandoned heart

carry us through abandoned thoughts

and we see abandoned sights.

Now, we are the bearers of other people's thoughts

silently crying in an imposed night

and we had a life full of light.

We watch, through the barb wire, how stars die

Wondering if at least one of them ours

Weeping with the dusk,

waiting for some peace

cursing until late in the night,

the damned 7 o'clock,

When we all go,

each and every single one,

to jump in the river of pain,

to become nothing and no one.