Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s

The Apartments Of The Rich Are Cabinets Of Curiosities: A Conglomeration Of Classical Antiquity, Gothic, Renaissance; Louis Xiii... Something From Every Century But Our Own, A Predicament That Has Arisen In No Other Period... So That We Seem To Be Subsisting On The Ruins Of The Past, As If The End Of The World Were Near.

In Love Matters; Keep Your Pen From Paper.

Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s Dead, It Needs A Drink, It Wants Blood! And I’ll Give It Blood!

Know That There Is Often Hidden In Us A Dormant Poet, Always Young And Alive.

Doubt, If You Will, The Being Who Loves You, Woman Or Dog, But Never Doubt Love Itself.