but I resemble nothing
As if there were no room on earth
for those pitiful, sick lyricists, descendants of demons, who
when they dream their beautiful dreams,
breach all borders and teach love poetry to parrots.
Mahmud Darwish, de "Mural", in Unfortunately it was Paradise: Selected Poems, Munir Akash et al. (trad.), Frienses Corporation (Printer), s.d.