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“Though the poet might say: If I’d been another
I would become only me again”

“He said: you’re a prisoner, prisoner of yourself and to nostalgia!”

“there is something of life in death”

“I found my presence filling in absence
and whenever I searched for myself I found others
and whenever I searched for them I found only myself the stranger
Am I a crowd of one?”

I sit behind the door and watch:
Am I him?
It’s my language
Its voice has the sting of my blood
but the author is someone else
I am not me if I come and don’t arrive
if I speak and don’t utter
I am the one to whom dark letters say:
Write to be!
Read to discover!