Between Living And Dreaming There Is A

The Truly Erotic Sensibility, In Evoking The Image Of Woman, Never Omits To Clothe It. The Robing And Disrobing: That Is The True Traffic Of Love.

The Unpublished Manuscript Is Like An Uncon-fessed Sin That Festers In The Soul, Corrupting And Contaminating It.

No One Can Shed Light On Vices He Does Not Have Or Afflictions He Has Ever Experienced.

What Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?

And To Walk Through Life In Dreams Out Of Love For The Hand That Guides Us.