Lyrics of Life

When the Regime commanded the unlawful books to be burned, teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires. Then a banished writer,...

Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone? And B...

Another day. I follow another path, Enter the leafing woodland, visit the spring Or the rocks where the roses bloom Or search from a look...

Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fal...

Why do I stay silent, conceal for too long What is obvious and has been Practiced in war games, at the end of which we as survivors Are a...

When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent; I was not a communist. Then they locked up the social democrats, I remained silen...