We kissed under the bombs
In our homeland,
beneath the thunder of fear and doubt.
We kissed
on the streets of the diaspora,
on the roads of despair,
in the city of the devil.
We kissed so much
that our lips joined eternity,
under all the beliefs,
under fire and blood,
under the executioner’s sword,
under distorted news.
We kissed quietly.
Our kisses carried a different color each day:
sad kisses,
love kisses,
kisses of excitement,
kisses of fear,
kisses of death,
friendship kisses.
Our kisses spoke
When they silenced our voices
and our lips
became our haven