If Each Of My Words Were A

The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Restore To Mankind The Possibility To Wonder.

Humankind Is Never What He Is But The Self He Seeks.

Self-discovery Is Above All The Realization That We Are Alone: It Is The Opening Of An Impalpable, Transparent Wall-that Of Our Consciousness-between The World And Ourselves.

Social Criticism Begins With Grammar And The Re-establishing Of Meanings.

Art Is An Invention Of Aesthetics, Which In Turn Is An Invention Of Philosophers... What We Call Art Is A Game.