Four feet and hands
For walking is too hard to reach you*, for smiling is too fake to be true , for I no longer know what to do...For « Three » left the two of us free, and four is that door-that keeps us away from that sea..
I see.A wall, a door and a floor..If you see more, then you’re sure
With your feet and hands shred that floor, break that wall and force that door...If I see more then...I’m not sure.What to consider and what to ignore.
But time is pointless, never good or bad, and so are the voices in my head...And hush...There is nothing to be done or said.
<< d >> stands for distance. unknown.
<< t >> stand for time. pointless."
When not writing, Nader is studying architecture in Tunis