I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.
It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.
Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.
The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.