In The Garden I Will

My Poetry Is A Game. My Life Is A Game. But I Am Not A Game.

If Blue Is Dream What Then Innocence? What Awaits The Heart If Love Bears No Arrows?

The Night Below. We Two. Crystal Of Pain. You Wept Over Great Distances. My Ache Was A Clutch Of Agonies Over Your Sickly Heart Of Sand.

If I Told You The Whole Story It Would Never End...what's Happened To Me Has Happened To A Thousand Woman.

The Gitano Is The Most Distinguished, Profound And Aristocratic Element In My Country, The One That Most Represents Its Way Of Being And Best Preserves The Fire, The Blood And The Alphabet Of Andalusian And Universal Truth.