Multipliquei-me Para Me Sentir.

It's In An Inland Sea That The River Of My Life Ended.

There Are No Norms. All People Are Exceptions To A Rule That Doesn’t Exist.

I Seek And Don’t Find Myself. I Belong To Chrysanthemum Hours, Neatly Lined Up In Flowerpots.

Your Poems Are Of Interest To Mankind; Your Liver Isn't. Drink Till You Write Well And Feel Sick. Bless Your Poems And Be Damned To You.

And, Like The Great Damned Souls, I Shall Always Feel That Thinking Is Worth More Than Living.