And you, whose dream in reality
Still hasn’t come true…
Except for the remnants of silence in a moment of your quietude
Your word calls out to your death
Your word has become nothing but life itself
Strung like beads of a rosary in the hand of a nation
Upon which fear descends…
When trials befall it
It waits for salvation
Your truth in the formation of your letters
Falls upon the city’s brow
Between every green patch
An olive tree
And a thousand witnesses to the martyr’s feast
When you decided to dream, forgetting your tear
Upon the wall
The cruelty of a day
Wandering over the cities of “Galilee”
And that same song of yours
Sleeping on the bed of a stranger, waiting
Witnessing forms of siege
Between praises for the seas
Between massacres and destruction
The demolition of bridges
You were the land… the covenant of writing
A poem from you is a cannon
A shell holding the saliva of steadfastness in its embrace
Peace, a rose, and a waking dream
Your fate is that you dreamed
Worthy of your dream, young man
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 8:49 PM UTC
And you, whose dream in reality
Still hasn’t come true…
Except for the remnants of silence in a moment of your quietude
Your word calls out to your death
Your word has become nothing but life itself
Strung like beads of a rosary in the hand of a nation
Upon which fear descends…
When trials befall it
It waits for salvation
Your truth in the formation of your letters
Falls upon the city’s brow
Between every green patch
An olive tree
And a thousand witnesses to the martyr’s feast
When you decided to dream, forgetting your tear
Upon the wall
The cruelty of a day
Wandering over the cities of “Galilee”
And that same song of yours
Sleeping on the bed of a stranger, waiting
Witnessing forms of siege
Between praises for the seas
Between massacres and destruction
The demolition of bridges
You were the land… the covenant of writing
A poem from you is a cannon
A shell holding the saliva of steadfastness in its embrace
Peace, a rose, and a waking dream
Your fate is that you dreamed
Worthy of your dream, young man
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