The Urban Man Is An Uprooted Tree,

My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

Rodin Picks A Mushroom Delighted, And Shows It To Madame Rodin... "look," He Says Excitedly, "and That Takes But A Single Night! In One Night All These Are Made, All These Lamellas. That Is Good Work."

I Unpetalled You, Like A Rose, To See Your Soul, And I Didn't See It. But Everything Around -horizons Of Land And Of Seas-, Everything, Out To The Infinite, Was Filled With A Fragrance, Enormous And Alive.

A Fantasy Can Be Equivalent To A Paradise And If The Fantasy Passes, Better Yet, Because Eternal Paradise Would Be Very Boring.

Literature Is A State Of Culture, Poetry Is A State Of Grace, Before And After Culture.