Being polyglot, I move between different emotional landscapes of language.
Each tongue carries its own rhythm, sound, memory, and way of sensing the world.

Words rarely arrive unchanged.
Some exist only in one language. Some grow from shared roots, while others separate and take on different lives.
Meaning shifts. Feeling shifts.

Poetry, to me, lives as much in resonance as in meaning.
Therefore, I do not translate my poems.
Each remains in the language in which it was born.