My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And

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.

Have I Had Two Roads, I Would Have Chosen Their Third.

I Never Wanted Children, Maybe I'm Afraid Of Responsibility.

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.

I Wish I Were A Candle In The Darkness.