When I stopped writing I
swallowed words...
There was a time when the sky was blue,
the air was clear and the dams were full...
There are mornings
when I wake up...
I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...
The last time I saw Beirut,
a full moon was curbing its rooftops...
Tons of things unsaid,
Wonderful things and worst things...
I can't tell if something's
changing in me or if it's the...
I never know how to act when
the walls don’t shake...
Perhaps a paradox,
but I have seen roses grew on the ice...
You will never know
the depth of my love...
When sadness knocks
I don't want to talk...
Piece by piece,
slices here, slices there...