- "I am not a story to tell me
I am not a song to sing me
I am not a sound to hear me
or something so that you see me
or something so that you know me
I am the common pain
- " they whip
near the post barrier
the love should be hidden in the back room of the house...
it is a strange time baby ...
He knocks on the door at night
has coming for killing the light
- I was douted
while my shoulders
under the pressure of
the power of the wings
from his letters to his wife
"let me share with you this secret:
in love,more than anything else, more than pleasure,
I want its heat and passion!...
more than anything else,I like its enthiusiasm;
and more than anything else.I want its Impatience and its restleeness...
poetry, is my life
your words are the main theme of this life...
and the main theme of this life should be
"... like the blood in my veins"