Where Can I Free Myself

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

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

When A Writer Declares That His First Book Is His Best, That Is Bad. I Progress Successively From Book To Book.

To Be Under Occupation, To Be Under Siege, Is Not A Good Inspiration For Poetry.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.