Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.
Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?
My love, I fear the silence of your hands.
I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.
History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.
And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.