'What if I were a sweet, gentle breeze that kisses you endlessly? Transformed into the summer grass, would you lie with me then? ' From the poem 'Magical'.
'There are many things to be sad about in this life, many things that become a misfortune, many things I would like to wash with the aroma of sweet soap, thrash like a washerman on the smooth washing stones.' From the poem 'Pain'
To her colleagues she says, ‘He sends a letter to the sky and expects a reply, imagine, a letter to the sky and he expects a reply! Poor, poor fool! Mad! Mad! Mad! ' And they laugh at the lunatic, they pity him, and they go to their places of worship, and they pray to their gods in the sky.