1

We are not an island,
except to whoever sees us from the sea.

2

Wine in half the cup,
the other half was not empty;
it was lost in ecstasy
3

To write
is to breathe unused air.
4

They delighted in sleeping
because of the treasures it lay
between their eyes.
5

I write about love
the way a child draws his impressions of
adulthood.
6

An impossible dream
is kinder than a rampant delusion.
7

The curtain on the window
is an orderly more powerful
than his sultan.