One Day, I Will Be A Poet.

And You Became Like Coffee, In The Deliciousness, And The Bitterness, And The Addiction.

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

When I Passed The Age Of 50, I Learned How To Control My Emotions.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.

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