History Laughs At Both The Victim And

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.

I Never Wanted Children, Maybe I'm Afraid Of Responsibility.

Nothing Is Harder On The Soul, Than The Smell Of Dreams, While They're Evaporating.

I Thought Poetry Could Change Everything, Could Change History And Could Humanize, And I Think That The Illusion Is Very Necessary To Push Poets To Be Involved And To Believe, But Now I Think That Poetry Changes Only The Poet.

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.