Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.

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.

We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.