Our Memory Is Childish And It Saves

You Who Think Of Us: They Lived Only In Delusion... Know That We The People Of The Book, Will Never Die!

For A Country Without A Past Is Nothing, A Word That, Hardly Spoken, Loses Its Meaning, A Perishable Wall Destroyed By Flame, An Echo Of Animal Emotions.

Our Memory Is Childish And It Saves Only What We Need.

If I Am All Mankind, Are They Themselves Without Me?

All Was Taken Away From You: White Dresses, Wings, Even Existence.