The Poet Is He Who Inspires, Rather

Elephants Are Contagious.

The Language Of My Love Does Not Belong To Human Language, My Human Body Does Not Touch The Flesh Of My Love.

We Want To Be, When We Are Young, A Little Man. I Would Like To Be A Big Child, Stronger And Fairer Than A Man, And More Lucid Than A Child.

A Woman Is More Beautiful Than The World In Which I Live; And So I Close My Eyes.

The Front Windows As Are The Watchmen Of Grief - I've Been Looking Beyond Expectation - Beyond Myself - And I Do Not Know As I Love You - Which One Of Us Is Missing.