Poems Are My Link With

Rising From The Past, My Shadow Is Running In Silence To Meet Me.

You Will Hear Thunder And Remember Me, And Think: She Wanted Storms.

We Learned Not To Meet Anymore, We Don't Raise Our Eyes To One Another, But We Ourselves Won't Guarantee What Could Happen To Us In An Hour.

I Am Not One Of Those Who Left The Land To The Mercy Of Its Enemies. Their Flattery Leaves Me Cold, My Songs Are Not For Them To Praise.

If I Can't Have Love, If I Can't Find Peace, / Give Me A Bitter Glory.