We still clutch close these letters to our chest, to the words that speak louder than loud, when we turn pages into palettes to say the things that we have needed to say, the words that we have needed to write, to sisters and brothers and even to strangers, for far too long.
I dalje privijamo ta pisma na grudi, privijamo riječi koje govore  glasnije od glasnog, kada pretvaramo stranice u palete  kako bismo rekli stvari koje smo trebali reći, riječi koje smo morali napisati, sestrama i braći, čak i strancima, već jako dugo.