We Suffer From An Incurable

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.

I Never Wanted Children, Maybe I'm Afraid Of Responsibility.

I Love Women Whose Hidden Desires Make Horses Put An End To Their Lives At The Threshold

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.