The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.

Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.

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.

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.