This is her image, and this is the lover's suicide - Mahmoud Darwish

And the dream takes shape, and he fears. But the city stands at the top of the new wound, and in the explosion of the storm, what does the wind say? We, the wind, uproot boats, planets, and tents with false thrones..." Suicide and victory, and after the night melts, the day comes, the earth starts from his hands, and he throws dreams at the earth, his carnation bomb, he tried to die, but he did not win death, and he had a day to be, and a butterfly is the daughter of prisons, and the earth begins From his hands, the impossible is his identity and his identity is the paper of the fields..

Number of pages: 36