I dance/for the joy of surviving, at the edge of the road.
In every house of marriage there's room for an interpreter.
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.
The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.
The ear writes my poems, not the mind.
In a murderous time/the heart breaks and breaks/and lives by breaking.