Without Hope We Are Lost.

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

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

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

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.

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.