Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
I've built my homeland, I've even founded my state - in my language.
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.
Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.
History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.