I write to stay afloat:
to make sense of the tides inside me,
To give shape to the memories, languages, and longings
that don’t always fit on the surface.
My poetry comes from lived experience:
from exile and return,
from being a father far from his children,
from machines humming in distant factories,
and from a quiet voice inside that refuses to disappear.
Each poem is a shoreline:
Each image, a small offering.
Each page, a step in this long personal odyssey
I now share with you, through this website,
a home for all the fragments I’ve been carrying.
This is my beginning again.
The bird has come from afar,
and here it lands.