It Is From The Womb Of Art

Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.

Drowsing, They Take The Noble Attitude Of A Great Sphinx, Who, In A Desert Land, Sleeps Always, Dreaming Dreams That Have No End.

What Could Be More Simple And More Complex, More Obvious And More Profound Than A Portrait.

I Lived For A Long Time Under Vast Porticos That Maritime Suns Tinted With A Thousand Fires, And Whose Great Pillars, Straight And Majestuous In The Evening Made Seem Like Basaltic Caves.

Dance Can Reveal Everything Mysterious That Is Hidden In Music