It isn't only the sadness of the face. It isn't only the way he is smoking, letting the cigarette hand drop from his mouth like a man who don't care. He is not sprawling to show off. He is like a man who break his back in truth. It is the face of a tired, foolish boy. It is the face of someone lost. It is the same face of the boy who wake up in the room and look at me with terror. And I feel that if anything happen now to frighten him that mouth will open in a scream.
Tell Me Who to Kill
|quotes: Leslie Marmon Silko | V.S. Naipaul | W.E.B DuBois | Chang-rae Lee|
© 2012 Clark Shishido