I Have Learned And Dismantled All The

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

I Am Not A Lover Of Israel, Of Course. I Have No Reason To Be. But I Don't Hate Jews.

The Poem Is Neither Here Nor There, And With A Girl's Breast It Can Illuminate The Nights. With The Glow Of An Apple It Fills Two Bodies With Light And With A Gardenia's Breath It Can Revive A Homeland!

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

History Laughs At Both The Victim And The Aggressor.