EAGLE The ravens fly in swarms the eagle flies alone —Luchino Visconti So close to heaven flies the eagle lonely as the poet who patiently waits the arrival
SEARCH „I searched in your body for the garlands of thirst, for the path of pomegranates revived by the grey squirrels of silence, for a mauve sunset, or
THE PLEAS OF THE CHILDREN “Houses should not burn. Bombers should not be known. Night should be for sleep. Life should not be a punishment. Mothers] should not