We'll naturally kiss
and caress when that scent
or that one song is there

Your love is sweet, our life is good

We hang streamers
where we know each other
and keep exploring

Your love endures, our life is sweet

We don't need French kisses
we just caress each other's backs
if possible under the shirts

Your kisses are sweet, our life is good

Our fingertips find
their way, skin to skin
They hang streamers

Look at her, she loves

him, a wonderful feeling --


to hold forever.

Viewpoint: I follow

his gaze, he's looking for two --


and leaving nothing.

Israel, the state,

is not like other countries --


it is an old pain.

Writing to share
anonymously being
heard and read
Nothing more, please
      
No incense with plumes
for me, I share something
of all of us, I offer
mirror images of life

They are pieces
of my existence, not of me
At most, a single thought
comes from me

Suddenly my hat

flies up, how ridiculous --


I am standing here.

In the staff car you

don't see much of the city --


you see only cars.