What comes first is: Vulnerability
Misery is the suffering of hidden cries that push us to create a shield, surrounding our sometimes overwhelming vulnerability. And this naked hand holds our pain, silently crying for living hope.
Thirsty for our tears, at last for our commotion.
Soul-filled gaze, cutting smile.
Burning feet, ice-cold head.
Crisis and the broken hand
I am Mani, of Dutch and Egyptian origin.