I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

Poetry And Beauty Are Always Making Peace. When You Read Something Beautiful You Find Coexistence; It Breaks Walls Down.

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.

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

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

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