And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will

I Am From There. I Am From Here. I Am Not There And I Am Not Here. I Have Two Names, Which Meet And Part, And I Have Two Languages. I Forget Which Of Them I Dream In.

I Love Women Whose Hidden Desires Make Horses Put An End To Their Lives At The Threshold

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.

Nothing Is Harder On The Soul, Than The Smell Of Dreams, While They're Evaporating.

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?