History Laughs At Both The Victim And

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

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

Against Barbarity, Poetry Can Resist Only By Confirming Its Attachment To Human Fragility Like A Blade Of Grass Growing On A Wall While Armies March By.

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.

For The Arabs In Israel There Is Always A Tension Between Nationality And Identity.