People I thought with all my heart were guilty turned out to be innocent, and people I thought were saints, they weren't. That's why you don't go on instinct. You wait, you listen and watch, eventually everyone reveals themself.
And it was that age... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from th