Exile
You choose exile; Exile is not a fruit that grows old And falls from a sad yellow tree. Exile is not a manna that falls from the sky… No matter how much it wears out, You feel that it is renewed in you and you feel it sowing seeds in your eyes. ….. Exile opens new roads, New untidy chambers, Rooms filled with dirty plates, And badly ironed shirts, An empty can of caviar!...