Where Can I Free Myself Of The

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

Standing Here, Staying Here, Permanent Here, Eternal Here, And We Have One Goal, One, One: To Be.

On This Earth There Is That Which Deserves Life.

I Wish I Were A Candle In The Darkness.