A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And

It's Painful To Listen To The Barking Of Dogs.

Your Love Taught Me To Grieve And I Have Been Needing, For Centuries A Woman To Make Me Grieve For A Woman, To Cry Upon Her Arms Like A Sparrow For A Woman To Gather My Pieces Like Shards Of Broken Crystal

And All The Countries Seemed The Same, That I Don't See Myself There, And I Don't See Myself Here.

We Need An Angry Generation, A Generation To Plow The Horizons

The Female Doesn't Want A Rich Man Or A Handsome Man Or Even A Poet, She Wants A Man Who Understands Her Eyes If She Gets Sad, And Points To His Chest And Say : 'here Is Your Home Country.'