Thursday, October 9, 2008


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:

A Cuban In London said...

I loved this post because I love Darwish's poetry. Pity he died. And I love the photo, too.

Greetings from London.

tangobaby said...

Wow. That first photo sure says a lot, doesn't it?

Relyn said...

That first photo has me cracking up.