I Need The Sea Because It Teaches

Two Things Make A Story. The Net And The Air That Falls Through The Net.

Only Do Not Forget, If I Wake Up Crying It's Only Because In My Dream I'm A Lost Child Hunting Through The Leaves Of The Night For Your Hands.

We Have To Discard The Past / And, As One Builds / Floor By Floor, Window By Window, / And The Building Rises, / So Do We Keep Shedding - First, Broken Tiles, / Then Proud Doors... And Each New Day / Gleams / Like An Empty / Plate.

And The Verse Falls To The Soul Like Dew To The Pasture.

The Tomato Offers Its Gift Of Fiery Color And Cool Completeness.