A Meter Of Green Is Greener Than

A Time Will Come When People Will Think I Am A Myth, Or Rather Something The Newspapers Have Made Up.

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.

I Plunged Eagerly And Passionately Into The Wilderness, As If In The Hope Of Thus Penetrating Into The Very Heart Of This Nature, Powerful And Maternal, There To Blend With Her Living Elements.

Having The Certitude Of A Succession Of Days... Equally Free And Beautiful, Peace Descends On Me.

I Have Always Wanted A Mistress Who Was Fat, And I Have Never Found One. To Make A Fool Of Me, They Are Always Pregnant.