It Is Difficult To Live With The

Out Of The Red And Silver And The Long Cry Of Alarm To The Poet Who Survives In All Human Beings, As The Child Survives In Him; To This Poet She Threw An Unexpected Ladder In The Middle Of The City And Ordained, 'climb!

If I Love You It Means We Share The Same Fantasies, The Same Madnesses

Pain Is Something To Master, Not To Wallow In.

You Carry Away With You A Reflection Of Me, A Part Of Me. I Dreamed You; I Wished For Your Existence. You Will Always Be A Part Of My Life. If I Love You, It Must Be Because We Shared, At Some Moment, The Same Imaginings, The Same Madness, The Same Stage.

Create A World, Your World. Alone. Stand Alone. And Then Love Will Come To You, Then It Comes To You.