Is it the computerization of the planet Or a loosening of my fidelity to suffering I don’t understand the intensity I’ve hidden here but I know I despaired Of finding a physical place to keep My tears. Now what. Seas that go turquoise When you stop looking at them . . . Wrestling with the mind of war, at times shocking in its self-analysis, Wave of Blood is a furious and sincere essay, an eclipse notebook, a family chronicle, all told in the poetry of witness. Marca: Não Informado