One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.
And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.
I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.