In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You.

The Blood Of My Motherland Waters A Magic Plant That Cures All Ills. That Plant Is Art, And Sometimes Art Needs Corruption As A Kind Of Fertilizer

I Can't Help It, The Idea Of The Infinite Torments Me.

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

Each Memorable Verse Of A True Poet Has Two Or Three Times The Written Content.

How Glorious It Is - And Also How Painful - To Be An Exception.