Through All Of Youth I Was Looking

Modern Poetry, For Me, Began Not In English At All But In Spanish, In The Poems Of Lorca.

We Are The Echo Of The Future.

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.

There Are Aspects Of Human Life That Are Not Purely Destructive, And There Is A Need To Pay Attention To The Things Around Us While They Are Still Around Us. And You Know, In A Way, If You Don't Pay That Attention, The Anger Is Just Bitterness.

Through All Of Youth I Was Looking For You Without Knowing What I Was Looking For Part Memory Part Distance Remaining Mine In The Ways That I Learn To Miss You From What We Cannot Hold The Stars Are Made.