I'm moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that's how we really are.
I returnedto confirm
there can be no return.
I don't write poetry when I wish, I write when I can't, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut. 
Even a painful longing is some form of presence. 
I have hands full of this radiance. It flows through my fingers. It doesn't diminish. 
To write incorporeal poems, almost without words. To approximate the impossible, where art disappears and the Word becomes. 
We create eternity out of crumbs of time. 
I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played. 
My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence. 
There are things better left untouched by words ... 
I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself. 
I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that's all. 