Childhood Knows What It Wants - To

We Shelter An Angel Within Us. We Must Be The Guardians Of That Angel.

One Must Be A Living Man And A Posthumous Artist.

The Eyes Of The Dead Are Closed Gently; We Also Have To Open Gently The Eyes Of The Living.

Art Is Not A Pastime But A Priesthood.

The Poet Is At The Disposal Of The Night. His Role Is Humble, He Must Clean House And Await Its Due Visitation.