Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

A choir of angels glorified the hour, the vault of heaven was dissolved in fire. "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? Mother, I beg you, do not weep for me.

Poems are my link with the times, with the new life of my people.

The word dropped like a stone on my still living breast. Confess: I was prepared, am somehow ready for the test.

The triumphs of a mysterious non-meeting are desolate ones; unspoken phrases, silent words.

A land not mine, still forever memorable, the waters of its ocean chill and fresh. Sand on the bottom whiter than chalk, and the air drunk, like wine, late sun lays bare the rosy limbs of the pinetrees. Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.