majal wrote.e was no excuse left, with the eyes of children, the excuse is short, with the rebellious hair of girls and the chest like clay of men, i wish my soul had a chance to bloom, and the hands of it reached my tired hands in the dumb moments of writing, until an infernal poem was made of iron, the gates were opened. in the wake of the enemies, o ka, but our magazine is the magazine of the people, and the poetry of the wind is invalid , the morning and evening newspapers of the world are on the roofs of terror and loneliness . brother, what did being wounded do to the heart of the country, that you rested under a safe roof and read the news, what did the bomber do to the green sleep of the city , the debris of darkness fell on the lights of our house, the massacre of my lights in the bright street, well done, my sister said her dolls. they stopped you, he didn't say to himself, what did these fears do at all? the bombardment made the dreams of the earth rain stones of blood with you, shion.

disregarding the wail of our curse, we follow his tired passage would take majal there was nothing lefte. in the eyes of children, the excuse is short. with the rebellious hair of girls and the clay-like chest of screaming men. i wish my soul would have a chance to blossom and the hands of darvish would reach my tired hands in the silent moments of writing. the gates of hell would be made of iron, the gates would be open to the enemy's feet, i wish, but our time , the people's time is over, and the poetry will be the discredited morning and evening newspapers of the world on the roofs of fear and loneliness. i wish, my dear ambassador, what has a bullet in the unfinished sunset of palestine done to the heart of gaza, silence and turning a blind eye , what has a wounding brother done to the heart of the homeland? you drank coffee under a safe roof and read the news. have you seen what the bomber did to the green sleep of the city? the darkness fell on the lights of our house. the massacre of the lights in the bright alley. what did he do? my sister said that her dolls stuttered. she did