To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles,

Destruction Is Ultimately Self-destruction.

We Speak Of The Masculine And The Feminine, But They Are The Wrong Labels. It Is Really More A Matter Of Poetry Versus Intellectualization.

My Life Is Not Possible To Tell. I Change Every Day, Change My Patterns, My Concepts, My Interpretations. I Am A Series Of Moods And Sensations. I Play A Thousand Roles. I Weep When I Find Others Play Them For Me. My Real Self Is Unknown. My Work Is Merely An Essence Of This Vast And Deep Adventure.

What I Cannot Love, I Overlook. Is That Real Friendship?

The Dream Has To Be Translated Into Reality.