Between now and then
we are forever running...

Life is hiding death
as much as death is the cause...

O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...

Do you remember that you were braiding my hair
and I was breathing...

Windchill is howling in my veins,
as on the windows of these trains...

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...

Thus Said a Child in Gaza::
I love...

I left you
to stay with you...

We've indisputably
put up a fight...