My love, I fear the silence of your hands.

Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.

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

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

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.

I see poetry as spiritual medicine.

... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.