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