I Say Love, And The World Populates

Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. I Don't Know, I Don't Know Where It Came From, From Winter Or A River. I Don't Know How Or When.

In The House Of Poetry Nothing Endures That Is Not Written With Blood To Be Heard With Blood.

Love! Love Until The Night Collapses!

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?

I Learned About Life From Life Itself, Love I Learned In A Single Kiss And Could Teach No One Anything Except That I Have Lived With Something In Common Among Men.