وعصافيرُ كانت تنامُ في روحِك
أيقظتُها، وكم فرّتْ وهاجرتْ.

“Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.”

“Love is a clash of lightnings”

“I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living…”

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shado…”