وعصافيرُ كانت تنامُ في روحِك
أيقظتُها، وكم فرّتْ وهاجرتْ.

“بين الشفتين والصوت، شيءٌ يُحتَضر.”

“I want to see the thirstinside the syllablesI want to touch the firein the soun…”

“I want you to knowone thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moo…”

“Every day you play with the light of the universe.”