Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow

The Dead Hold In Their Hands Only What They Have Given Away.

I Have Become Infected, Now That I See How Beautifully A Book Is Coming Out Of All This.

Now I Am Here - Now Read Me - Give Me A Name.

Money Buys Everything Except Love, Personality, Freedom, Immortality, Silence, Peace.

Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable.