We Are Captives Of What We Love,

I Believe In The Power Of Poetry, Which Gives Me Reasons To Look Ahead And Identify A Glint Of Light.

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.

I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

I Am From There. I Am From Here. I Am Not There And I Am Not Here. I Have Two Names, Which Meet And Part, And I Have Two Languages. I Forget Which Of Them I Dream In.

The Stars Had Only One Task: They Taught Me How To Read. They Taught Me I Had A Language In Heaven And Another Language On Earth.