Paraiso não tem nome

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.