My Life Is Light, Waiting For The

And The End And The Beginning Were Always There Before The Beginning And After The End.

Every End Is A Beginning...and Every Beginning Is An End.

Should I, After Tea And Cakes And Ices, Have The Strength To Force The Moment To Its Crisis?

He Is Haunted By A Demon, A Demon Against Which He Feels Powerless, Because In Its First Manifestation It Has No Face, No Name, Nothing; And The Words, The Poem He Makes, Are A Kind Of Exorcism Of This Demon.

The Great Ages Did Not Contain The Best Talent, They Wasted Less.