| Ahh Gideon Levy.... to close our eyes and dream. Yeah.... we`d be hang-gliding free over the Galilee, like a great eagle falcon. Wind-surfing over the calm waters of Yam Kineret. How wonderful that would be. And no suicide-belts in sight.... not even a nasty, screaming air-raid siren. Only a slow-moving old donkey packing an Arab merchant.... selling melons and sweet sabra fruit. Palm-date trees swaying gently in the breeze. And the scent of fresh fried falafel.... way-off in the distance. Yeah, dreaming.... fantasying if only Livni had some backbone. We wouldn`t have to wake up and smell the coffee. And have that nasty Netanyahu-era masquerading at our throats. |
|
