A Woman Is More Beautiful Than The

The Language Of My Love Does Not Belong To Human Language, My Human Body Does Not Touch The Flesh Of My Love.

Even When We Sleep We Watch Over One Another.

Your Eyes In Which I Travel Have Given To Signs Along The Roads A Meaning Alien To The Earth.

Elephants Are Contagious.

All My Desires Are Born Of My Dreams. And I Have Proven My Love With Words. To What Fantastic Creatures Have I Entrusted Myself, In What Dolorous And Ravishing World Has My Imagination Enclosed Me? I Am Sure Of Having Been Loved In The Most Mysterious Of Domains, My Own. The Language Of My Love Does Not Belong To Human Language, My Human Body Does Not Touch The Flesh Of My Love. My Amorous Imagination Has Always Been Constant And High Enough So That Nothing Could Attempt To Convince Me Of Error.