One Day, I Will Be A Poet.

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will Rise From My Darkness.

The Days Have Taught You Not To Trust Happiness Because It Hurts When It Deceives.

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.

Poetry Is Perhaps What Teaches Us To Nurture The Charming Illusion: How To Be Reborn Out Of Ourselves Over And Over Again, And Use Words To Construct A Better World, A Fictitious World That Enables Us To Sign A Pact For A Permanent And Comprehensive Peace ... With Life.