He Who Awaits Much Can Expect Little.

I Ask Myself How I Could Give In To This Perpetual Vertigo That I In Fact Provoked And Feared. I Floated Among Erratic Clouds And Talked To Myself In Front Of The Mirror In The Vain Hope Of Confirming Who I Was. My Delirium Was So Great That During A Student Demonstration Complete With Rocks And Bottles, I Had To Make An Enormous Effort Not To Lead It As I Held Up A Sign That Would Sanctify My Truth: I Am Mad With Love.

To Oppression, Plundering And Abandonment, We Respond With Life.

Don't Struggle So Much, The Best Things Happen When Not Expected.

No, Not Rich. I Am A Poor Man With Money, Which Is Not The Same Thing.

Life Is Not What One Lived, But What One Remembers And How One Remembers It In Order To Recount It