O’ Pupils Of Gaza

O’ pupils of Gaza
Care not . . about our broadcasts . .
And hear us not . .

Strike . .
Strike . .

With all your powers
And firmly in your hands take matters

And ask us not . .
We the people of arithmetic . .
And of addition . . And of subtraction . .

Your wars do carry on.. And abstain from us . .

We’re the deserters
from the service,
Your ropes do bring
And hang us . . .

We’re mortals . .
Who possess not tombs
And orphans . .
who possess not masters
We kept already to our rooms . .

And we asked you
To fight the dragon . .
We’ve diminished, before you
A thousand century . .

Poem by Nizar Qabbani

Rest of Fotos: Here , Here , Here

Back To The World

Some day,

I shall come and bring a message.

I shall pour light into vessels,

I shall remove all curses from all lips.

I shall destroy all the walls too.

I shall knot together,

eyes and the sun,

hearts and love,

Shadows and water,

tree branches and the wind…..

I shall reconcile,

I shall orientate,

I shall walk,

I shall eat light,

I shall love..

P.S : I’m back then! I’ll answer all your lovely emails and comments soon.

One Must Build A Boat

I shall build a boat
I shall cast it in the water
I shall sail away from this strange earth
Where no one awaken the heroes in the wood of love