Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.

Palestinian people are in love with life.

The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.

I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning.

My love, I fear the silence of your hands.

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.

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.