Jerusalem Is A Port City On The

God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

I Think The End Is Endless. It's Either A Big Black Hole Or A Big White Light Or Both Together. But It's Totally Meaningless, Because Even If Someone Would Explain It, I Wouldn't Understand It.

Tonight I Think Again Of Many Days That Are Sacrificed For One Night Of Love. Of The Waste And The Fruit Of The Waste, Of Plenty And Of Fire. And How Painlessly-time.

My Poems Are Political In The Deeper Sense Of The Word. Political Means To Live In Your Time, To Be A Man Of Your Time.