Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

My homeland is not a suitcase, and I am no traveller

I've built my homeland, I've even founded my state - in my language.

I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.