My life so far has always been accompanied by partings.
The separation between people and the land, the separation from the country. Parting with relatives, parting with friends. All kinds of separations fill my life, numb and unbearable. And I seem to know the taste of this food. Section after section of throbbing and ambiguous poetry. What became choked was the increasingly clear thought "I don't know how to love" in my heart. Perhaps, to me, the truly special existence has always been just that one person.