Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence; it breaks walls down.
For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.
Words are a homeland.
I am here. Anything more than that is rumor and slander.
They want time to move fast so they can paint their nails a provocative red and wear high heels that crack walnuts and make people jump. He wants time to slow down so he can prolong the enjoyment of walking among them, of being next to this self-contained beauty.
The Arabs are ready to accept a strong Israel with nuclear arms - all it has to do is open the gates of its fortress and make peace.