It Was, At Last, Real Life, With

There Was No Sleeper More Elegant Than She, With Her Curved Body Posed For A Dance And Her Hand Across Her Forehead, But There Was Also No One More Ferocious When Anyone Disturbed The Sensuality Of Her Thinking She Was Still Asleep When She No Longer Was.

There Was A House At The Foot Of The Tower, Close To The Thunder Of The Waves Breaking Against The Cliffs, Where Love Was More Intense Because It Seemed Like A Shipwreck.

Wisdom Comes To Us When It Can No Longer Do Any Good.

Only God Knows How Much I Love You.

No, Not Rich. I Am A Poor Man With Money, Which Is Not The Same Thing.