They mutilate they torment each otherwith silences with wordsas if they had anotherlife to livethey do soas if they had forgottenthat their bodiesare inclined to deaththat the insides of men easily break downruthless with each...

Tell me aboutyour Italian journeyI am not ashamedI wept in that countrybeauty touched meI was a child once morein the womb of that countryI weptI am not ashamedI have tried to return to paradise