Am I Allowed To Ask My Book

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?

With Which Stars Do They Go On Speaking,the Rivers That Never Reach The Sea?

While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And When I Come Back, I've Gone.

Only A Burning Patience Will Lead To The Attainment Of A Splendid Happiness.

Give Me, For My Life, All Lives, Give Me All The Pain Of Everyone, I'm Going To Turn It Into Hope. Give Me All The Joys, Even The Most Secret, Because Otherwise How Will These Things Be Known? I Have To Tell Them, Give Me The Labors Of Everyday, For That's What I Sing.