And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.
And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.
We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
If you live, live free or die like the trees, standing up.
We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.
I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.
The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
A person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.
Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.
Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room.
Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.
On this earth there is that which deserves life.
My love, I fear the silence of your hands.
My homeland is not a suitcase, and I am no traveller
Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.
I wish I were a candle in the darkness.
I thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could humanize, and I think that the illusion is very necessary to push poets to be involved and to believe, but now I think that poetry changes only the poet.
She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.
And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.
Without hope we are lost.
I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.
I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold
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