Life Defined Only As The

Exile Is More Than A Geographical Concept. You Can Be An Exile In Your Homeland, In Your Own House, In A Room.

On This Earth There Is That Which Deserves Life.

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

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.

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