Your Unforgivable Sins Do Not Allow You

Censorship Is The Mother Of Metaphor.

Poetry Remembers That It Was An Oral Art Before It Was A Written Art.

Canada Is So Far Away It Hardly Exists.

Yo, Que Me Figuraba El Paraíso / Bajo La Especie De Una Biblioteca. I Have Always Imagined Paradise As A Kind Of Library.

Imprecision Is Tolerable And Verisimilar In Literature, Because We Always Tend Towards It In Life.