In Living Off All The Reflecting Light

How Is It Possible Not To Feel That There Is Communication Between Our Solitude As A Dreamer And The Solitudes Of Childhood? And It Is No Accident That, In A Tranquil Reverie, We Often Follow The Slope Which Returns Us To Our Childhood Solitudes.

The Subconscious Is Ceaselessly Murmuring, And It Is By Listening To These Murmurs That One Hears Its Truth.

A House That Has Been Experienced Is Not An Inert Box. Inhabited Space Transcends Geometrical Space.

Childhood Knows Unhappiness Through Men. In Solitude, It Can Relax Its Aches. When The Human World Leaves Him In Peace, The Child Feels Like The Son Of The Cosmos.

Dreaming By The River, I Dedicated My Imagination To Water, To Clear, Green Water, The Water That Makes The Meadows Green.