Occupation: Poet Birth: January 25, 1933 Death: June 27, 1983
Being a foreigner is not a disease..
Offhand, the only North American writers I can think of who have come from a background of rural poverty and gone on to write about it have been Negr….
Growing up is never straight forward. There are moments when everything is fine, and other moments where you realize that there are certain memories….
The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgive….
My country has no history, only a past..