I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.
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Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Dreams can feel distant and disconnected from our actions, highlighting the fleeting nature of time and existence.
This quote from Mahmoud Darwish reflects on the nature of dreams and aspirations as something that might seem detached from our daily actions and realities. The metaphor of the wind suggests that, like fleeting moments or dreams, life moves onward regardless of our pursuits, evoking a sense of aimlessness amidst our hopes.
Themes
DreamsLifeExistenceAimlessnessTime
In practice
Example use cases
During a speech at a motivational seminar, one might say, 'It's important to remember, far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do.'
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