But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering.

I was born with eyes that can never close.

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

I believe that poets have to be inside their poems somewhere, or the poem won't work.

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

My sister accommodates me, never reproaches me with her doctrine, never tries to change me. She accepts and loves me, despite our differences.