Only with a leafcan I talk of the forest,

When will the deathOf Death ever come?from "The Siege

Let them shoot us in the head, My blood will grow rootsand will blossom.

TIMETimeAnd how it slips through my fingersWithout putting its ring on them, And I remain simply its lover

It rainsAnd rainsAnd rains.But there is a sky above the rain, Nothing can rot the sky.Earth has turned to mud. What of it?The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.(from "A Rainy Day")

Innocent droplets of rainMake almost all events Quite natural.(from "A Rainy Day")

ABYSSOur country livesAmong the deadAnd dies among the livingSometimes.

IN OUR CELLSThey keep us in our cellsFor a long time...And, if we get out, We lug them with us on our shoulders, Like a porter with a chest of goods.

Handcuffs weigh much more than gravestones.(from "Gratitude")

Whoever has hatred toward someone is that hatred.

He was going to need God Almighty to come down from On High to explain this one.

Slumps are like a soft bed. They are easy to get into and hard to get out of.

How hollow is the heart of man, and how full of excrement!

Political correctness has become a straightjacket.

Genuine tragedies in the world are not conflicts between right and wrong. They are conflicts between two rights.

I've been a story-teller all my life but I realized it only recently.

Who would complain if God allowed one hour of suffering in an entire lifetime of comfort? Why complain about a lifetime that includes suffering when that lifetime is a mere hour of eternity?

It's the shock of the world if you allow yourself to disconnect from the world and forget it's out there, how noisy it is, how busy it is, how invasive it is.