I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g'

Coming Near Him Like A Ballet Dancer She Took A Leap Towards Him, And He, Frightened By Her Vehemence, And Fearing That She Would Crash Against Him, Instinctively Became Absolutely Rigid, And She Felt Herself Embracing A Statue.

He Was Jealous Of Her Future, And She Of His Past.

The Bed Must Be A Beautiful Place, Not Only Because You Make Love There But Because You Dream There As Well.

We Write To Taste Life Twice, In The Moment, And In Retrospection.

Poetry Is The Alchemy Which Teaches Us To Convert Ordinary Materials Into Gold.