Instead Of A Homeland I Hold The

We Breathed The Air Of Freedom Without Knowing The Language Or Any Person.

Instead Of A Homeland I Hold The Metamorphoses Of The World.

When Sleep Enters The Body Like Smoke And Man Journeys Into The Abyss Like An Extinguished Star That Is Lighted Elsewhere, Then All Quarrel Ceases, Overworked Nag That Has Tossed The Nightmare Grip Of Its Rider.

But Silence Is Where Victims Dwell.

World, They Have Taken The Small Children Like Butterflies And Thrown Them, Beating Their Wings, Into The Fire--