We Wrote Verses That Condemned Us, With

After The Turbulence Of Death, Moral Principles And Even Religious Proofs Are Called Into Question.

From The Night, His Solitude, The Poet Finds Day And Starts A Diary That Is Lethal To The Inert. The Dark Landscape Yields A Dialogue.

A Poet Clings To His Own Tradition And Avoids Internationalism.

Poetry Is Also The Physical Self Of The Poet, And It Is Impossible To Separate The Poet From His Poetry.

The Poet's Spoken Discourse Often Depends On A Mystique, On The Spiritual Freedom That Finds Itself Enslaved On Earth.