On This Earth There Is

Exile Is More Than A Geographical Concept. You Can Be An Exile In Your Homeland, In Your Own House, In A Room.

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

When A Writer Declares That His First Book Is His Best, That Is Bad. I Progress Successively From Book To Book.

I Love Women Whose Hidden Desires Make Horses Put An End To Their Lives At The Threshold

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.