/// To return ... to return where there are remains…
/// To return ... to return where there are remains ... military forces ... shadows of spirits who have never forced anything ... A family with glossy tense eyes ... Loss bird feet resting on blood stains ... To another place ... This time a siren ribbon Holy Land territory ... Love provides another kind of voice as broken layers and fortunately also squeezes of gentle resonance ... A phrase can be anything in this tender active war zone ... Ancient old war between differences is striking ... who knows what ( next ) will appear in the journalist's camera frame ... A bizarre disharmony during ceasefire minutes? ... A young person's sweet voice singing a beautiful song that nobody else knows? ... With insanity ~ carnage falls into the category of melismatic ... Why are we not hearing whispers? Those sounds might be buried under one of the obliterated or shattered buildings ... covered with a thick layer of dust ... At this particular moment no one is waiting for a triumph that might offer some hope ... These souls ... victims ... are in the middle of the thick of it ... frantically trying to stay alive and search for others ///