May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy

The Days Have Taught You Not To Trust Happiness Because It Hurts When It Deceives.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.

I Am From There. I Am From Here. I Am Not There And I Am Not Here. I Have Two Names, Which Meet And Part, And I Have Two Languages. I Forget Which Of Them I Dream In.

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.