My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And

I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

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.

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

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

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.