I belong there. I have many memories.
I was born as everyone is born. I have a mother, a house with many windows,
brothers, friends, and a prison cell with a chilly window! I have a wave snatched by seagulls,
a panorama of my own. I have a saturated meadow.
In the deep horizon of my word, I have a moon, a bird's sustenance, and an immortal olive tree. I have lived on the land long
before swords turned man into prey. I belong there. When heaven mourns for her mother,
I return heaven to her mother. And I cry so that a returning cloud might carry my tears. To break the rules,
I have learned all the words needed for a trial by blood. I have learned and dismantled all the words
in order to draw from them a single word: Home.
