My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!

Poetry And Beauty Are Always Making Peace. When You Read Something Beautiful You Find Coexistence; It Breaks Walls Down.

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.

The Stars Had Only One Task: They Taught Me How To Read. They Taught Me I Had A Language In Heaven And Another Language On Earth.

Nothing Is Harder On The Soul, Than The Smell Of Dreams, While They're Evaporating.