Have I Had Two Roads, I Would

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller

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.

And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will Rise From My Darkness.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

We Have To Understand - Not Justify - What Gives Rise To This Tragedy. It's Not Because They're Looking For Beautiful Virgins In Heaven, As Orientalists Portray It. Palestinian People Are In Love With Life. If We Give Them Hope - A Political Solution - They'll Stop Killing Themselves.