One rose is enough for the dawn
We do not truly speak except at a distance. There is no word not severed.
As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we have a voice. As long as our words keep their sense we have a soul.
Through the ear, we shall enter the invisibility of things.
Always in a foreign country, the poet uses poetry as an interpreter.
The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.