If You Live, Live Free Or Die

We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

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.

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller

Without Hope We Are Lost.

I Am From There. I Am From Here. I Am Not There And I Am Not Here. I Have Two Names, Which Meet And Part, And I Have Two Languages. I Forget Which Of Them I Dream In.