"Poets and their work will remain an impossible mystery to many. A riddle that perhaps we shouldn't try to solve, rather we should be proud of what they are capable of, but many of us are not - to create Poetry. A real Poet is a bird not of this world, always a little foreign, difficult to explain and understandable to most, but his poetic cry often unlocks the most secret doors inside us, pierces the armor, awakens what is most beautiful in a person. It's the scream of someone who keeps hitting a white sheet of paper, injuring or killing himself. But there remains a punch mark on that page - a poem. Apparently, that's why queues get us so excited sometimes. They have their price."