I hardly remember how I started to write poetry. It's hard to imagine what I...
While I've had a great distaste for what's usually called song in modern...
The self is an oral society in which the present is constantly running a...
When you grow up in a family of languages you develop a kind of casual...
I will know how to hold you just by the look in your eye I will never forget - not even on the day that I die. This is a promise of my passion for you smile at me and make it true.
