I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

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

Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.

And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.

One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.

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