Jerusalem Is A Port City On The

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children

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.

Every Intelligent Person, Whether Hes An Artist Or Not - A Mathematician, A Doctor, A Scientist - Possesses A Poetic Way Of Seeing And Describing The World.