You Are The Poet, You Walk Inside

I Have An Attitude Now That Is Immovable. I Shall Remain Outside Of The World, Beyond The Temporal, Beyond All The Organizations Of The World. I Only Believe In Poetry.

The Bed Must Be A Beautiful Place, Not Only Because You Make Love There But Because You Dream There As Well.

Anything I Can Not Transform Into Something Marvelous, I Let Go.

To Write At The Same Temperature At Which I Live I Should Write Nothing But Poetry.

Travel Is Seeking The Lost Paradise. It Is The Supreme Illusion Of Love.