Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring.

One Is Given To Self-dramatization From Time To Time. I Intend To Live Forever.

When We Are Touched By A Song, It Is Because The Artist Cannot Hide Himself.

I'm Afraid To Live Any Place But In Expectation. I'm No Life-risk.

The Winter Has Not Killed Usagain!

I Am Running Through A Snowfall Which Is Her Thighs, He Dramatized In Purple. Her Thighs Are Filling Up The Street. Wide As A Snowfall, Heavy As Huge Falling Zeppelins, Her Damp Thighs Are Settling On The Sharp Roofs And Wooden Balconies. Weather-vanes Press The Shape Of Roosters And Sail-boats Into The Skin. The Faces Of Famous Statues Are Preserved Like Intaglios.