A woman said to a cloud: cover my dear one,
for my clothes are wet with his blood.
for my clothes are wet with his blood.
If you are not rain, o dear one,
then be a tree,
fertile and verdant. Be a tree.
And if not a tree, o dear one
be a stone
laden with dew. Be a stone.
And if not a stone, o dear one,
be the moon itself
in the dreams of she who loves you. Be the moon itself.
por: Mahmoud Darwish, 2002
fonte: https://www.marxists.org/subject/art/literature/darwish/2002/siege.htm
