Ser Compreendido é Prostituir-se.

I Look At Myself But I'm Missing. I Know Myself: It’s Not Me.

There Are Metaphors More Real Than The People Who Walk In The Street.

Should You Ask Me If I'm Happy, I'll Answer That I'm Not.

Decadence Is The Total Loss Of Unconsciousness, Which Is The Very Basis Of Life. Could It Think, The Heart Would Stop Beating.

I Was A Poet Animated By Philosophy, Not A Philosopher With Poetic Faculties.