It was a hill covered with olive trees,
At night you could hear the Hyenas. Mom thought it was someone who went mad, or someone screaming in his sleep. Who's laughing so hard in the middle of the night? Grandma was wandering with her American camera, positioning her kids against the thorns, the flowers, or the desolation. They wanted to build a new neighborhood, so they dug deep holes, but nothing was there, because the bones had already been removed and put in the attic. They wander around the Kibbutz. It is not theirs, but they have made it into their playground. They discover everything, all the places I have already forgotten. The stream is flooded in my dreams. Everything gets filled with water and the Turtles' pool becomes a pond. It's green everywhere. |
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I wanted to hang lemons on the walls of Musrara,
I wanted to hang lemons and grass and a yellow line
But I couldn't,
Not without this broken asbestos and concrete floor
I wanted to hang lemons and grass and a yellow line
But I couldn't,
Not without this broken asbestos and concrete floor
Jerusalem
This city who you refer to as a lady, This city whose second name is Cruelty and Madness is her third Do never forget to pray for her love |
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