Where Can I Free Myself Of The

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

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

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

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.

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!