Partake Of Love As A Temperate Man

I Deeply Wished I Could Make The Stars All Come Down And Breathe Them; Disappear In Them

I Cannot Help It - In Spite Of Myself, Infinity Torments Me.

Memory Is What Makes Us Young Or Old.

The Fumes Of Wine Fermented In My Head; It Was One Of Those Moments Of Intoxication When All That Ones Sees And Hears, Speaks To One Of The Adored.... One Would Willingly Embrace All Who Smile, And One Feels That He Is Brother Of All Who Live.

It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas! How Easy To Forget!