I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.

I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut.

There are things better left untouched by words.

My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence.

This morning I suddenly catch myself: I'm not there, I'm so lost in thought, I don't know what's going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?

Tell me what's the difference

I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.