Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?

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.

The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.

The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.

Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.