I wear you and take off the days,
There is no history before your hands,
There is no history after your hands,
They call you the alternative,
I do not have language, between myself and my name there is a country,
And I want to incarnate the trees,
I bear witness that I Have covered my name with silence,
Near the sea...
Mahmoud Darwish: Thats her image and this is the lovers suicide.