The cause of my death: too many love songs
Come with me, but don’t give me your hand
On our right there is Beirut
On our left there is Cairo
Behind us -Amman
In front us – Ramallah
And where are we?
And now give me your hand and let’s travel far away from Hebrew poetry.
This poem was first published on the Levant Notebook (It will appear in my fourth fortcomning poetry book).
Listen to me reading another poem in Hebrew