And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will

And You Became Like Coffee, In The Deliciousness, And The Bitterness, And The Addiction.

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.

Have I Had Two Roads, I Would Have Chosen Their Third.

I've Built My Homeland, I've Even Founded My State - In My Language.

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