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.

Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.

The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

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

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

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

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.