Life Defined Only As The Opposite Of

Poetry And Beauty Are Always Making Peace. When You Read Something Beautiful You Find Coexistence; It Breaks Walls Down.

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.

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

Poetry Is Perhaps What Teaches Us To Nurture The Charming Illusion: How To Be Reborn Out Of Ourselves Over And Over Again, And Use Words To Construct A Better World, A Fictitious World That Enables Us To Sign A Pact For A Permanent And Comprehensive Peace ... With Life.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.