If You Live, Live Free Or Die

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?