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Sounds like a wonderful poet, in both what he wrote and read.
one people now have two states, two prisons who don’t greet each other. We are victims dressed in executioners’ clothing
Whenever they find a reality that doesn’t suit them they alter it with a bulldozer
When the sky appears ashen and I see a rose that has suddenly burst out of a crack in a wall I don’t say: The sky is ashen! I extend my study of the rose and say to it: What a day!
