我真不知道,我是最伟大的懒汉,还是诗歌中最光荣的农夫。我是一个流浪的诗人,首先感谢那些朋友,因为这个时代中的那些朋友包容了我,使我能这样活着。我是一只鹤,像一个逸出梦境的泡沫。我因为诗歌而贫穷,因为贫穷而饥饿。我比这世界上的大多数人都坦白:“我不想 I really do not know, I am the greatest lazy man, or the most honorable farmer in poetry. I am a wandering poet, first of all, thanks to those friends, because those friends in this era have tolerated me so that I can live like this. I am a crane, like a bubble to escape dreams. I am poor because of poetry, I am hungry because of poverty. I confess than most people in this world: ”I do not want to