Write. Write Until It Stops Hurting.

In My Dreams I Sleep With Everybody.

At Sixteen, Sabina Took Moon Baths, First Of All, Because Everyone Else Took Sun Baths, And Second, She Admitted, Because She Had Been Told It Was Dangerous.

The Poet Is One Who Is Able To Keep The Fresh Vision Of The Child Alive.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

Since Desire Always Goes Towards That Which Is Our Direct Opposite, It Forces Us To Love That Which Will Make Us Suffer.