The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.
The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.
And I say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.
The image of love reveals itself there; in a profoundly present absence.
Come with me tonight so that we might make tonight a shared past, says the one afflicted with longing. I will come with you to make a shared tomorrow, says the one afflicted with love. She does not love the past and wants to forget the war that has ended. He fears tomorrow, because the war has not ended and he does not want to grow older.