When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.

Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?

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.

I see poetry as spiritual medicine.

I want to find a language that transforms language itself into steel for the spirit--a language to use against these sparkling insects, these jets.

The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.