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

I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.

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

I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.

Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.

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.

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