Before talking about the magazine, can you tell us a little about yourself?
Who am I? This question always troubles me. Not because I don’t know myself, but because it is sometimes difficult to define oneself in a country that pushes us to lose ourselves. I don’t like talking about myself, or at least, even more. I can only say that I am that child who grew up in a world where everything seemed hostile: dreams were stifled, love was a luxury loving was forbidden to me and childhood... a privilege that I didn’t have like all children. You know, even today, those clouds think they can slow me down. They come in other forms, but they are always the same. The same, to the point of hurting those who don’t have my talent for poetry. It hurts them to hear that I am called a poet or that I am one of the best pens of this generation. It hurts them because they don’t have my fire, my endurance or my will to move forward despite the storm, nor my courage to dodge the arrows intended to shatter this fragile life of mine. What they don’t know, as Samwell so aptly told Jon, in a less bad context, in the series Game of Thrones: “Soon, there will be arrows for everyone.” A little anecdote to end with this question. You know, sometimes I lie in my room, staring at the ceiling or looking out the window, wondering: what does it feel like to be called a poet or whatever? The answers never come or at least they are always zero. So, talking about myself is like opening a door to a mystery that I prefer to leave closed. All I can say is that I am the one who learned to move forward despite everything, to transform these clouds into words, into poetry.
