Greeting from Africa, surrounding you with the lonely and desperate silence of death, in the vastness of the desert, Sahara.
Last breaths under the burning sun, dust and sand in the eyes, in the mouth, in the lungs. Burned skin.
It’s traveling over the Mediterranean Sea, carrying desert sands, absorbing and transporting the nameless but not faceless deaths of mother earth’s exploited and drowned children, to spread them into the hot air you breath, to plant them into your lungs, now.
Burning down the pain, burning down the dying, burning down the torture. Every breath you take, filled with hope and despair, burning in your lungs.
The fire is set, a fire, that can never be drowned.
Just from the ashes, you will rise again!