Happiness Is The Longing For Repetition.

Metaphors Are Dangerous. Love Begins With A Metaphor. Which Is To Say, Love Begins At The Point When A Woman Enters Her First Word Into Our Poetic Memory.

In Her Presence I Could Dare Everything: Sincerity, Emotion, Pathos.

Love Is The Longing For The Half Of Ourselves We Have Lost.

For Everyone Is Pained By The Thought Of Disappearing, Unheard And Unseen, Into An Indifferent Universe, And Because Of That Everyone Wants, While There Is Still Time, To Turn Himself Into A Universe Of Words.

Listening To A News Broadcast Is Like Smoking A Cigarette And Crushing The Butt In The Ashtray.