We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.
She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.
Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
I wish I were a candle in the darkness.
My homeland is not a suitcase, and I am no traveller