The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.
And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.
Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.
It was not an adventure; it was my life.
Knowledge of peace passes from country to country, like children's games, which are so much alike, everywhere.
I've often said that all poetry is political. This is because real poems deal with a human response to reality and politics is part of reality, history in the making. Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.