. Across the Rubicon At the other side of the hill I saw a homeland, in a shape of a cell Clad in a general’s uniform, full of stars But there were no stars in the sky We stayed up there, watching Eyes and mouths wide open Full of disgust Your... 

. Z. Azzabi . Last time I phoned you I’d a hunch after you hung up That I touched – unintentionally- a very deep and sensitive string in your soul I thought of that tune *- Maybe you shouldn’t go that far* I kept saying to myself If so I’m...