When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.
I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.
Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.
... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.
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.