Where Can I Free Myself Of The

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

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.

The Metaphor For Palestine Is Stronger Than The Palestine Of Reality.

Poetry And Beauty Are Always Making Peace. When You Read Something Beautiful You Find Coexistence; It Breaks Walls Down.

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