To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.
我学会了你不应该双手都戴着接球手套度过一生;你需要能够回馈一些东西。
我放弃了战斗:让我有个结局,有个隐秘的角落。我想被遗忘,甚至被上帝遗忘。
If you can't explain it simply, you don't understand it well enough.
幸福并不容易。很难在我们内心找到它,更不可能在别处找到它。
"We are all searching for something, but we don't always know what it is. Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's a place, and sometimes it's just a feeling."