Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone?

How quiet the writing, how noisy the printing.

I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry.

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.