My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.

Against Barbarity, Poetry Can Resist Only By Confirming Its Attachment To Human Fragility Like A Blade Of Grass Growing On A Wall While Armies March By.

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.

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!

Have I Had Two Roads, I Would Have Chosen Their Third.