Why Wasn't Christopher Columbus Able To Discover

I Love All Things, Not Only The Grand But The Infinitely Small: Thimble, Spurs, Plates, Flower Vases.

Love! Love Until The Night Collapses!

My Duty Moves Along With My Song: I Am I Am Not: That Is My Destiny. I Exist Not If I Do Not Attend To The Pain Of Those Who Suffer: They Are My Pains. For I Cannot Be Without Existing For All, For All Who Are Silent And Oppressed, I Come From The People And I Sing For Them: My Poetry Is Song And Punnishment.

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.

The Road Made Wet By The Water Of August Shines Like It Was Cut In Full Moonlight