I am Goya
of the bare field, by the enemy’s beak gouged
till the craters of my eyes gape
I am grief
I am the tongue
of war, the embers of cities
on the snows of the year 1941
I am hunger

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.