Travelogue - Red Mecca

Watch him as he strokes

Now he strokes my forehead

I see you go

Where are you at

From father to son

I’ll carry you with me

Like a daughter who runs

I’ll carry you with me

Who can talk

The interrupted lie

Will you show it to me

Who

Who put the words in my mouth

It’s better to be hurt than broken

In a thousand pieces

Who

Who put the daughter in my belly

It’s better to face it

Tell me how do I do