Jerusalem Is A Port City On The

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

I Think The End Is Endless. It's Either A Big Black Hole Or A Big White Light Or Both Together. But It's Totally Meaningless, Because Even If Someone Would Explain It, I Wouldn't Understand It.

It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.

The Reason A Poet Is A Poet Is To Write Poems, Not To Advertise Himself As A Poet.