Poetry, which is always with me and brings me to privileged horizons and uncertain but always true pathways - Marjorie Agosín

Her face is beaming, lit from within by a memory. (p39)

The search for identity and belonging is also a motif for the human condition of the twentieth century-a century defined by displacements and migrations.

I don’t agree that all is lost in translation, but I think a great deal is lost, especially in poetry, where every word seems to hold a universe. Especially, considering the inner-workings of language, in a poem. The musicality, the rhythm, the juxtaposition of words, all of that is very hard to convey. Maybe a short story—or a chapter in a novel—would be easier. On the other hand, we need translators and I think they’re remarkably important. I think they should occupy a prominent place in the history of literature.