I Will Not Be Just A Tourist

The Earth Is Heavy And Opaque Without Dreams.

The Human Father Has To Be Confronted And Recognized As Human, As Man Who Created A Child And Then, By His Absence, Left The Child Fatherless And Then Godless.

The Poet Is One Who Is Able To Keep The Fresh Vision Of The Child Alive.

To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles, I Feel One Has To Learn To Discard

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.