The Poem Is In My Hands, And

I Never Wanted Children, Maybe I'm Afraid Of Responsibility.

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

On This Earth There Is That Which Deserves Life.

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