For The Arabs In Israel There Is

To Be Under Occupation, To Be Under Siege, Is Not A Good Inspiration For Poetry.

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.

I Am Not A Lover Of Israel, Of Course. I Have No Reason To Be. But I Don't Hate Jews.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

Nothing, Nothing Justifies Terrorism.