Palestine needs earth, but it does not need lawyers.
I carry the bars within me.
A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul.
People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
I am too tired, I must try to rest and sleep, otherwise I am lost in every respect. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require an expenditure of so much strength.