Today We Are Always As Ready To

Turbulent Childhood, Adolescent Daydreams In The Drone Of The Bus's Motor, Mornings, Unspoiled Girls, Beaches, Young Muscles Always At The Peak Of Their Effort, Evening's Slight Anxiety In A Sixteen-year-old-heart, Lust For Life, Fame, And Ever The Same Sky Through The Years, Unfailing In Strength And Light, Itself Insatiable, Consuming One By One Over A Period Of Months The Victims Stretched Out In The Form Of Crosses On The Beach At The Deathlike Hour Of Noon.

And Real Nobility (that Of The Heart) Is Based On Scorn, Courage, And Profound Indifference.

You Have To Be Very Rich Or Very Poor To Live Without A Trade.

I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself.

Every Rebellion Implies Some Kind Of Unity.