God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

Knowledge Of Peace Passes From Country To Country, Like Children's Games, Which Are So Much Alike, Everywhere.

My Poems Are Political In The Deeper Sense Of The Word. Political Means To Live In Your Time, To Be A Man Of Your Time.