The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.
I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.
I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.
One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.
And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.
I wish I were a candle in the darkness.