“ABYSSOur country livesAmong the deadAnd dies among the livingSometimes.”

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

“Only with a leafcan I talk of the forest,”

“The forest has shrunkAnd fear has expanded,The forests have dwindled,There are less animals now, less courage and less lightning, less beauty and the moon lies bare, deflowered by force and then abandoned.”

“Could it be that the planets are castaway heads.”

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

“THE CURSEMay they neverReturn home at night...May you have no part of eventide,May you have no room of your own,Nor road, nor return.May your days be all exactly the same,Five Fridays in a row,Always an unlucky Tuesday,No Sunday,May you have no more little worries,Tears or inspiration,For you yourself are the greatest worry on earth:Prisoner!”