“I see a bird carrying me and carrying you, with us as its wings, beyond the dream, to a journey that has no end and no beginning, no purpose and no goal. I do not speak to you, and you do not speak to me; we listen only to the music of silence. Silence is the friend’s trust of friend, imagination’s self-confidence between rain and rainbow. A rainbow is inspiration provoking the poet, uninvited, the infatuation of the poet with the prose of the Quran. Which of your Lord’s blessings do you disown? We are absent, you and I; we are present, you and I. And absent. Which of your Lord’s blessings do you disown?”

“I see what I want of Love… I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place… I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk… and their need to say: Good Morning…”

“I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold”

“Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said.I don’t want to return now to the fortress of my father’s house.Take me to your vineyard.Let me meet your mother.Perfume me with basil water.Arrange me on silver dishes, comb me, imprison me in your name,let love kill me.”

“Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.”