Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.
Language is the only homeland.
When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.
I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.