Rafael Bagnara

in prisons, in barracks, in hospitals, they do not hear my voice, nor does it matter. In my awakening I am the dawn of hysteria. To the extent of our ability to assess them, we affirm the absolute legitimacy of their conception of reality and of all the acts that stem from it. Recognize, gentlemen, you only have the superiority of force

A requiem to polish poet Rafal Wojaczek

in prisons, in barracks, in hospitals, they do not hear my voice, nor does it matter. In my awakening I am the dawn of hysteria. To the extent of our ability to assess them, we affirm the absolute legitimacy of their conception of reality and of all the acts that stem from it. Recognize, gentlemen, you only have the superiority of force

in prisons, in barracks, in hospitals, they do not hear my voice, nor does it matter. In my awakening I am the dawn of hysteria. To the extent of our ability to assess them, we affirm the absolute legitimacy of their conception of reality and of all the acts that stem from it. Recognize, gentlemen, you only have the superiority of force

A requiem to polish poet Rafal Wojaczek