Shades Of Exile, Author: Sami Nayal

- What They Want Those In Cardigan street want me dead on an empty chair They like to see me seeping blood as a wine cask That forgot what it stored. They want me a skeleton that forgot to close its wood door on what remained of its creaking silence -Things The stranger resembles me in many ways. For example, he is immigrant like me; he moves among the letters of his estrangement; he sometimes laugh; he arranges what remained of time. - Basics I sip a dose of hope; I filter it out of its false obsession. l teach it the basics of the game, for I often see it nude as a prostitute that loves me.