These are my writings from my teenage years, and I know they aren't the best, not even in terms of book layout, but I'm republishing them so that the proceeds can help our brothers and sisters in #Gaza. Please donate by purchasing these books.
Oh soul, I apologize
When all the treacherous were put down
When everybody fell on a nozzle I made with my hand
They all scattered until there was no more
I hurt my wound alone
Suffering the stab of treachery
Then I bended you on the same nozzle
To leave you o soul, and deceive you
I apologize
I really apologize to you my soul
For all the harm which I caused and inflicted on you
For all the thorns I planted in you
I apologize.