Poet: Gardener Of Epitaphs.

Language Lies Outside Of Society Because It Is Its Foundation; But It Also Lies Within Society Because That Is The Only Place Where It Exists And The Only Place Where It Develops.

I Don't Believe That There Are Dangerous Writers: The Danger Of Certain Books Is Not In The Books Themselves But In The Passions Of Their Readers.

Love Is Born At First Sight; The Friendship Of A Frequent And Lengthy Exchange.

Listen To Me As One Listens To The Rain, The Years Go By, The Moments Return, Do You Hear The Footsteps In The Next Room? Not Here, Not There: You Hear Them In Another Time That Is Now, Listen To The Footsteps Of Time, Inventor Of Places With No Weight, Nowhere, Listen To The Rain Running Over The Terrace, The Night Is Now More Night In The Grove, Lightning Has Nestled Among The Leaves, A Restless Garden Adrift-go In, Your Shadow Covers This Page.

Watching I Watch Myself, What I See Is My Creation As Though Entering Through My Eyes Perception Is Conception Into An Eye More Crystal Clear Water Of Thoughts, What I Watch Watches Me, I Am The Creation Of What I See