Do You Know How It Is When

A Weak Human Mercy Walks In The Corridors Of Hospitals And Is Like A Half-thawed Winter.

What Is Poetry Which Does Not Save Nations Or People?

Consolation Calm Down. Both Your Sins And Your Good Deeds Will Be Lost In Oblivion.

I Think That I Am Here, On This Earth, To Present A Report On It, But To Whom I Don't Know. As If I Were Sent So That Whatever Takes Place Has Meaning Because It Changes Into Memory.

It Is Impossible To Communicate To People Who Have Not Experienced It The Undefinable Menace Of Total Rationalism.