... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.
I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
I've built my homeland, I've even founded my state - in my language.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
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.