... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.
The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.
The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.
Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.
And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.
Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?