My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

The Palestinians Are The Only Nation In The World That Feels With Certainty That Today Is Better Than What The Days Ahead Will Hold. Tomorrow Always Heralds A Worse Situation.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?

Poetry Is Perhaps What Teaches Us To Nurture The Charming Illusion: How To Be Reborn Out Of Ourselves Over And Over Again, And Use Words To Construct A Better World, A Fictitious World That Enables Us To Sign A Pact For A Permanent And Comprehensive Peace ... With Life.