We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

To Be Under Occupation, To Be Under Siege, Is Not A Good Inspiration For Poetry.

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.

The Poem Is Neither Here Nor There, And With A Girl's Breast It Can Illuminate The Nights. With The Glow Of An Apple It Fills Two Bodies With Light And With A Gardenia's Breath It Can Revive A Homeland!

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?

I Am Patient And Am Waiting For A Profound Revolution In The Consciousness Of The Israelis. The Arabs Are Ready To Accept A Strong Israel With Nuclear Arms - All It Has To Do Is Open The Gates Of Its Fortress And Make Peace.