I Come From There

I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.

I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep to make myself known
To a returning cloud.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood
So that I could break the rule.
I learnt all the words and broke them up
To make a single word: Homeland.....

Mahmoud Darwish

   Pictures taken in Amman, Jordan, 2009

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Nunca las palabras de Darwish estuvieron tan bien acompañadas. Tu fotografía hace que sea posible casi oler esas calles, la intensidad con la que se vive siempre allí, esperando que algún día llegue por fin la calma.

by Anna Liebheart on Wednesday, September 08, 2010. #

wow, this is really beautiful :)

by Ella on Saturday, September 11, 2010. #

ok, these are really amazing. I love them all.

by Layla Jaglovs on Thursday, October 28, 2010. #

the picture with the birds flying is really beautiful and graphic.

by Emilia E. on Sunday, November 14, 2010. #