Blockade for the praise of the sea

The dove flies the dove lands - Prepare for me the ground so I can rest for I love you even tired... Your morning is a fruit for songs and this evening is gold and we have when a shadow enters his shadow in the marble and I resemble myself when I hang myself on a neck that only hugs the cloud and you are the air that strips before me like grape tears and you are the beginning of the family of the wave when it clung to the land when it migrated and I love you, you are the beginning of my soul, and you are the conclusion. Author: Mahmoud Darwish Number of pages: 100