However, Poetry Does Not Live Solely In

Slowly Poetry Becomes Visual Because It Paints Images, But It Is Also Musical: It Unites Two Arts Into One.

The New Man Is Born Too Old To Tolerate The New World. The Present Conditions Of Life Have Not Yet Erased The Traces Of The Past. We Run Too Fast, But We Still Do Not Move Enough. He Looks But He Does Not Contemplate, He Sees But He Does Not Think.

In Reality Art Is Always For Everyone And For No One.

I Have Been Judged To Be A Pessimist But What Abyss Of Ignorance And Low Egoism Is Not Hidden In One Who Thinks That Man Is The God Of Himself And That His Future Can Only Be Triumphant?

Art Is The Production Of Objects For Consumption, To Be Used And Discarded While Waiting For A New World In Which Man Will Have Succeeded In Freeing Himself Of Everything, Even Of His Own Consciousness.