Sometimes A Piece Of Sun Burned Like

Take Bread Away From Me, If You Wish, Take Air Away, But Do Not Take From Me Your Laughter.

And What Has Become Of It, Where Is That Onetime Love? Now It Is The Grave Of A Bird, A Drop Of Black Quartz, A Chunk Of Wood Eroded By The Rain.

Why Wasn't Christopher Columbus Able To Discover Spain?

Laughter Is The Language Of The Soul.

Your House Sounds Like A Train At Midday, The Wasps Buzz, The Saucepans Sing, The Waterfall Enumerates The Deeds Of The Dew . . .