I Wanted To Be Calm, Like A

God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children

Knowledge Of Peace Passes From Country To Country, Like Children's Games, Which Are So Much Alike, Everywhere.

The Reason A Poet Is A Poet Is To Write Poems, Not To Advertise Himself As A Poet.

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.