Well, i was sitting in my place (little moshav near jerusalem) when an old friend came visit me.
we made strong coffe and set on the gras wathcing the view of judha mountain
My friend is an artist (shaked designs) and he belive in me
Thank you god for you gave me friends like that.
So, that moment, after our conversation i got the courage to publish my old poem.
Angers that has become a skeletons
Core of envy that has not stopped burning
That's what they actually found in me
When they opened my stomach in my last surgery
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