The Days Have Taught You Not To

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

The Importance Of Poetry Is Not Measured, Finally, By What The Poet Says But By How He Says It.

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.