I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?

On This Earth There Is That Which Deserves Life.

I Wish I Were A Candle In The Darkness.

The Poem Is Neither Here Nor There, And With A Girl's Breast It Can Illuminate The Nights. With The Glow Of An Apple It Fills Two Bodies With Light And With A Gardenia's Breath It Can Revive A Homeland!

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.