Jerusalem Is A Port City On The

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.

I’ve Never Been In Those Places Where I’ve Never Been And Never Will Be, I Have No Share In The Infinity Of Light-years And Dark-years, But The Darkness Is Mine, And The Light, And My Time Is My Own.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.