Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart.

Death is dancing me ragged.

Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.

Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart.

There is a language beyond human language, an elemental language, one that arises from the land itself.

It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle.

Between earth and earth's atmosphere, the amount of water remains constant; there is never a drop more, never a drop less. This is a story of circular infinity, of a planet birthing itself.