Will my notebook die as a man his heart full of words? Or will it tell all what it knows? Will crows be flying over its corpse? Or will they be pigeons? Who'll remember which of these thousands of words? Will this last page of my notebook be closed tonight forever? Or will it be opened tomorrow again? If it'll be opened tomorrow, The who'll do it? My nation, enemy or the breeze?.. Page 89. 1969 ____ From the Book "Far Green Island" by Vagif Samadoghlu Go to Store - Books: Vagif Samadoghlu Back to - Far Green Island Index Back to - Vagif Samadoghlu Index Home | About Azeri | Learn Azeri | Arabic Script | Contact us © Azerbaijan International. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved.