I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
Palestinian people are in love with life.
I am patient and am waiting for a profound revolution in the consciousness of the Israelis. The Arabs are ready to accept a strong Israel with nuclear arms - all it has to do is open the gates of its fortress and make peace.
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.