God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

Knowledge Of Peace Passes From Country To Country, Like Children's Games, Which Are So Much Alike, Everywhere.