Kamand Kojouri

“Lisbon, to me,
is the Lisbon of Pessoa.
Just like London is Woolf’s,
or rather, Mrs Dalloway’s.
Barcelona is Gaudí’s
and Rome is da Vinci’s.
You see them in every crevice
and hear their echo
in every cathedral.
I’d like to be the child,
or rather, the mother
of a city.
But I neither have a home
nor a resting place.
My race is humankind.
My religion is kindness.
My work is love,
and, well, my city
is the walls of your heart.”

Kamand Kojouri