If The Olive Trees Knew

I Want To Find A Language That Transforms Language Itself Into Steel For The Spirit--a Language To Use Against These Sparkling Insects, These Jets.

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

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

I've Built My Homeland, I've Even Founded My State - In My Language.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.