What Can I Say Without Touching The

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

Perhaps This War Will Pass Like The Others Which Divided Us Leaving Us Dead, Killing Us Along With The Killers But The Shame Of This Time Puts Its Burning Fingers To Our Faces. Who Will Erase The Ruthlessness Hidden In Innocent Blood?

I Need The Sea Because It Teaches Me

Shyness Is A Condition Foreign To The Heart - A Category, A Dimension Which Leads To Loneliness.

In What Language Does Rain Fall Over Tormented Cities?