I Dont Know If History Repeats Itself
I don't Know if history repeats
But I do know that you don't
I remember that city was didvided Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But Between me and you,
I don't Know if history repeats
But I do know that you don't
I remember that city was didvided Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But Between me and you,
The memory of my father is wrapped up inwhite paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work
Just as a magician takes towers and rabbitsout of his hat, he drew love from his small body,and the rivers of his handsoverflowed with good deeds
Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day But then it is the light that makes you remember
Translated by Chana Bloch
Out of three or four in the
One is always standing at the window
Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns,
The fires on the hills
I know a manwho photographed the view he sawfrom the window of the room where he made loveand not the face of the woman he loved there
Translated by Chana Bloch
Once a great love cut my life in two
The first part goes on twistingat some other place like a snake cut in two
The passing years have calmed meand brought healing to my heart and rest to my eyes
And I'm like someone standing in the...
Do not accept these rains that come too late
Better to linger
Make your
An image of the desert
If I forget thee,
Jerusalem,
Then let my right be forgotten
Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember
They
Your thighs off my hips
As far as I'm
They are all surgeons
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert,a drive in the rain
Yes, in the rain
There I met people who grow date palms,there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees,there I saw hope barbed as barbed wire
And I said to myself:
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half
Must I because of this half and that half go wandering and changing ceaselessly like rain in its cycle, must I sleep among rocks, and grow rugged like the t...
There is a street where they sell only red
And there is a street where they sell only clothes and perfumes
And thereis a day when I see only cripples and the
And those covered with leprosy, and spastics and those with twisted lips