I Am With Terrorism
We are accused of terrorism:if we defended rose and womanand the mighty the blueness of sky
A dominion
nothing left therein
No water, no air
We are accused of terrorism:if we defended rose and womanand the mighty the blueness of sky
A dominion
nothing left therein
No water, no air
Do not ask me, the name of my loveI fear for you, from the fragrance of perfumecontained in a bottle, if you smashed it,drowning you, in spilled
By God, if you even croaked a letter,
Lilacs would pile up on the
Do not look for it he...
My voice rings out, this time, from
It rings out from the house of my mother and
In Sham
The geography of my body changes
Oh, my
If you were at the level of my madness,
You would cast away your jewelry,
Sell all your bracelets,
"I have no power to change youor explain your
Never believe a man can change a
Those men are pretenderswho thinkthat they created womanfrom one of their
Woman does not emerge from a man's rib's, not ever,it's he who emerges fro...
If I were promised safety, if I could meet the Sultan I would say to him: O my lord the Sultan
my cloak has been torn by your ravenous dogs, your spies are following me all the time
Their eyes their noses their feet are chasing me like d...
When the moon is born in the east,
And the white rooftops drift asleep Under the heaped-up light,
People leave their shops and march forth in groups To meet the moon Carrying bread, and a radio, to the mountaintops,
And their narcot...
I wept until my tears were dryI prayed until the candles flickeredI knelt until the floor creakedI asked about Mohammed and
Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of
The shortest path between earth and
Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of lawsA beauti...
My darling,
I have much to
Where o precious one shall I begin
All that is in you is princelyO you who makes of my words through their
And of me say the fools:
I entered the lodges of women And never left
And they call for my hanging,
Because about the matters of my beloved I, poetry, compose
Good morning sweetheart
Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart
It has been two year mother since the boy has sailed on his mythical journey
Since he hid within his luggage the green morning of his homeland and her stars, and her stre...
Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips
My letters to