I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born.

    I have a mother， a house with many windows， brothers， friends， and a prison cell

    with a chilly window！ I have a wave snatched by seagulls， a panorama of my own.

    I have a saturated meadow. In the deep horizon of my word， I have a moon，

    a bird's sustenance， and an immortal olive tree.

    I have lived on the land long before swords turned man into prey.

    I belong there. When heaven mourns for her mother， I return heaven to

    her mother.

    And I cry so that a returning cloud might carry my tears.

    To break the rules， I have learned all the words needed for a trial by blood.

    I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a

    single word： Home.