We never doubted that he was a talented poet, and when I speak of him, my word is deadened with satire and sneer. I have flown on planes, crossed borders and touched bodies that lacked the taste of ink, for a picture of the world that seemed both familiar and exotic, populated by white shadows and memories that rhyme with my father’s silence, but never was the journey so transporting.

There are palaces and places where the soul suddenly exults, where the space rises and deploys a magnetic field that overwhelms you, because fashion is that, the admiration of the sweetness of the subtle mixed with the sublime.