SMOKING IS BAD reading poems isn't

I didn't write this book to lecture, nor to point the way. I wrote it to remind myself and you that there are gentler ways to breathe. We live in a world that consumes quickly: cigarettes, hours, emotions, even people, and we often forget that poetry is not a luxury, but a refuge. A place where our breath slows, where our thoughts settle, where our heart stops coughing. These pages aren't meant to save anyone; they simply want to accompany you, to light a small light where there was once smoke, and to show that, between a burning vice and a word that illuminates, there is always a possible choice. And if you're opening this book, perhaps you already are. Welcome, breathe, read, and let yourself be transported.