I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!
Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.