"

A tourist passes by and asks me: Can I photograph you to respect truth?

I said: What does that mean?

She said: Can I photograph you as an extension of nature?

I said: Possible … everything is possible

Have a good evening and leave me alone with death … and myself!

You are you even if you lose

You and I are two in the past and one tomorrow

The train passed by and we were not watchful

Get up intact and optimistic!

Do not wait for anyone except you over there

Here the train fell off the map half way on the coastal road

Fires consumed the heart of the map and then were put out by the late winter

We have aged, we have aged so much before returning to our first names!

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Mahmoud Darwish, At the Station of a Train Which Fell Off the Map

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