Poema sobre una mujer liberada.

You are unlike other men.

Every situation reaches a conclusion.

Love is a losing game.

Liberated.

Some people do themselves no favours.

A poem on Adolf Hitler.

A poem on Anne Frank.

Clouds go away, and make room for the sun.

It was Maung Ba’s turn to be interrogated. The shrill voice of the commandant rang in his ears as his name was called.