I don’t have a schedule for writing. I write poetry when I have the feeling that if I don’t write it, something bad will happen to me. I write poetry almost in a trance. Prose, on the other hand, is like an edifice with well-polished bones and large windows, with big doors and rooms ditto, and full of narrative. It’s always about the pleasure and that inner urge; I like to envelop myself in words as in a laced cocoon. I fiddle with prose, I load it and unload it inside me as if it were a luxury train full of smuggled goods.