I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place.
Patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle.
And, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway's land and it carries me on the road.
Mahmoud Darwish
3 comments:
I loved this post because I love Darwish's poetry. Pity he died. And I love the photo, too.
Greetings from London.
Wow. That first photo sure says a lot, doesn't it?
That first photo has me cracking up.
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