The Pure Work Implies The Disappearance Of

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.

A Soul Trembling To Sit By A Hearth So Bright, To Exist Again, It’s Enough If I Borrow From Your Lips The Breath Of My Name You Murmur All Night.

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

Everything That Is Sacred And That Wishes To Remain So Must Envelop Itself In Mystery.