Ocupation: Poet
Life: b. April 22, 1943
Birthday: April 22
Tonight I saw myself in the dark window as the image of my father, whose life was spent like this, thinking of death, to the exclusion of other sensual matters, so in the end that life was easy to give up, since it contained nothing: even my mother's voice couldn't make him change or turn back as he believed that once you can't love another human being you have no place in the world.
topic: Mother, Giving Up, Father, Easy To Give Up