One Day, I Will Be A Poet.

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?

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

Nothing Is Harder On The Soul, Than The Smell Of Dreams, While They're Evaporating.