Every Beautiful Poem Is An

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.

Without Hope We Are Lost.

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller

Poetry Is Perhaps What Teaches Us To Nurture The Charming Illusion: How To Be Reborn Out Of Ourselves Over And Over Again, And Use Words To Construct A Better World, A Fictitious World That Enables Us To Sign A Pact For A Permanent And Comprehensive Peace ... With Life.

When A Writer Declares That His First Book Is His Best, That Is Bad. I Progress Successively From Book To Book.