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

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!

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.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

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.

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

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.