Poetry and foreign ministers? Why not? This effort by a certain designer weasel, however, may have lost something in translation:

His book ” wants to listen to the seed of the terrible voice which cleaves our consciences and feeds our imagination. It affirms its confidence in words, which force open the doors of mystery and give it movement and brightness. Without attaching itself to any school or poet, to a period or coterie, this Praise wants to be a part of every adventure. It weaves along the most diverse paths, along the scarlet crest of the sun, to the darkest underground seam.”