And You Became Like Coffee, In The

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.

The Stars Had Only One Task: They Taught Me How To Read. They Taught Me I Had A Language In Heaven And Another Language On Earth.

Without Hope We Are Lost.

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.

When A Writer Declares That His First Book Is His Best, That Is Bad. I Progress Successively From Book To Book.