Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone. - Czesław Miłosz

إنني أعاني مثل اسفنجة تعجز عن الامتلاء بالماء، مثل نهراً يعاني لأن انعكاسات الغيوم والشجر : ليست بغيمٍ ولا شجـر .

All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine And to know such pretending is disgraceful. But what can I do? Suppose I suddenly screamed And started to prophesy. No one would hear me. Their screens and microphones are not for that.

Only when two times, two forms are drawn Together and their legibility Disturbed, do you see that immortality Is not very different from the present And is for its sake. You pick a fragment Of grenade which pierced the body of a song On Daphnis and Chloe.