Age Isn't How Old You Are But

I Ask Myself How I Could Give In To This Perpetual Vertigo That I In Fact Provoked And Feared. I Floated Among Erratic Clouds And Talked To Myself In Front Of The Mirror In The Vain Hope Of Confirming Who I Was. My Delirium Was So Great That During A Student Demonstration Complete With Rocks And Bottles, I Had To Make An Enormous Effort Not To Lead It As I Held Up A Sign That Would Sanctify My Truth: I Am Mad With Love.

Do Not Allow Me To Forget You

The Secret Of A Good Old Age Is Simply An Honorable Pact With Solitude.

Jealousy Knows More Than Truth Does.

Taught Him The Only Thing He Had To Learn About Love: That Nobody Teaches Life Anything.