Eternity. It Is The Sea Mingled With

Then You'll Feel Your Cheek Scratched... A Little Kiss, Like A Crazy Spider, Will Run Round Your Neck... And You'll Say To Me : "find It !" Bending Your Head - And We'll Take A Long Time To Find That Creature - Which Travels A Lot.

But, Truly, I Have Wept Too Much! The Dawns Are Heartbreaking. Every Moon Is Atrocious And Every Sun Bitter.

Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At Will.

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn

. . . Be Absolute Moderne.