The sky is as black as the night and the earth is as red as the blood and what is between them is the flood! , My heart is a small, afraid kid who escapes from rib to rib, my heart is old, confused between life and death, my heart is a bereaved woman who lost her kids and tears, sadness dried up. God, who gave the missiles their whistles! to make us die twice before the houses break on their residents. Since dawn, the artillery knocks the face of the city, reshapes life and the map, since daw...