Poetry is what is gained in translation.
Poems, novels - these things belong to the nation, to the culture and the people. They've been stolen from the people and now the stolen things are being returned to their owners, but I don't think their owners should be grateful to receive them.
What should I say about life? That it's long and abhors transparence.
The fact that we are living does not mean we are not sick.
Geography blended with time equals destiny.
I got caught up in the proletariat the way Marx describes it.