Life Defined Only As The Opposite Of

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

History Laughs At Both The Victim And The Aggressor.

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

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.

Against Barbarity, Poetry Can Resist Only By Confirming Its Attachment To Human Fragility Like A Blade Of Grass Growing On A Wall While Armies March By.