הבל הבלים אמר קהלת, צדק!

Practicing my English.

Trying to express myself not in my own language.

Can I explain myself?

Can I transfer my feelings?

My needs?

The smile stays the same.

Also my touch. My nails know the way, even on an American body.

My gaze doesn’t change,

My voice, telling you what I want, has the same tempo, rhythm.

But we don’t need words in Hebrew or English.

Words are overrated.