I've Built My Homeland, I've

Have I Had Two Roads, I Would Have Chosen Their Third.

The Poem Is Neither Here Nor There, And With A Girl's Breast It Can Illuminate The Nights. With The Glow Of An Apple It Fills Two Bodies With Light And With A Gardenia's Breath It Can Revive A Homeland!

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

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

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.