In A Room Where People

The Living Owe It To Those Who No Longer Can Speak To Tell Their Story For Them.

Our Memory Is Childish And It Saves Only What We Need.

For A Country Without A Past Is Nothing, A Word That, Hardly Spoken, Loses Its Meaning, A Perishable Wall Destroyed By Flame, An Echo Of Animal Emotions.

What Has No Shadow Has No Strength To Live.

You See How I Try To Reach With Words What Matters Most And How I Fail.