“ I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light. ”
Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
~ Mahmoud Darwish
Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said.I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house.Take me to your vineyard.Let me meet your mother.Perfume me with basil water.Arrange me on silver dishes, comb me, imprison me in your name,let love kill me.
I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold
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...