From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.
The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.
But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.
The Place Where We Are Right : by Yehuda Amichai
I am so in love with this man. He is my fantasy!
https://youtu.be/Mr1sqe_eZq4