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.
The world is so beautiful and regretful, you and I are all lone travelers from afar, constantly walking, regardless of everything, crying, laughing, lingering in the world, just to make this trip worthwhile.
