WORDS OF NOTE
June 21, 1995
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
* An excerpt from 'Confieso Que He Vivido: Memorias (Memoirs).'
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
* An excerpt from 'Confieso Que He Vivido: Memorias (Memoirs).'