Palestines- Dance, when you're perfectly free…
You're the first thing I think of
each morning when I rise.
…Palestine.
You're the last thing I think of
each night when I close my eyes.
…Palestine.
You're in each thought I have
and every breath I take.
…….Palestine.
My feelings are growing stronger
with every move I make.
…….Palestine..
I want to prove I love you
But that's the hardest part.
……Palestine.
So, I'm giving all I have to give
to you... I give my heart……Oh Palestine.
Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance, in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free…
No better love than love with no object,
No more satisfying work than work with no purpose.
If you could give tricks and cleverness,
That would be the cleverest trick!
In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill
Only the best, none of the weak or deformed.
Don't run away from this dying.
Whoever's not killed for loves is dead meat.
Do you think I know what I'm doing ?
That for one breath or half –breath I belong to myself ?
As much as a pen knows what it's writing,
Or the ball can guess where it's going next...
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