May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy

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

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

And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will Rise From My Darkness.

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

The Days Have Taught You Not To Trust Happiness Because It Hurts When It Deceives.