Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
Mahmoud DarwishPoetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.
Mahmoud Darwish