“If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.”

“The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.”

“My love, I fear the silence of your hands.”

“In a world that has no heaven the earth becomes an abyss.And the poem is one of its consolation prizes.One of the qualities of the winds, north or south”

“Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.”

“No one has arrived. Leave me thereas you would leave a myth with any person who sees youuntil he cries and rushes into himself, afraid of happiness.”

“I learnt all the words worthy of the court of bloodSo that I could break the ruleI learnt all the words and broke them upTo make a single word:Homeland..”