Old Women Can See Through Walls.

I Know There Is No Straight Road No Straight Road In This World Only A Giant Labyrinth Of Intersecting Crossroads

Moon Like A Large Stainedglass Window That Breaks On The Ocean.

There Is Nothing More Poetic And Terrible Than The Skyscrapers' Battle With The Heavens That Cover Them.

What's The Furthest Corner? Because That's Where I Want To Be, Alone With The Only Thing That I Love.

The Duende....where Is The Duende? Through The Empty Archway A Wind Of The Spirit Enters, Blowing Insistently Over The Heads Of The Dead, In Search Of New Landscapes And Unknown Accents: A Wind With The Odour Of A Child's Saliva, Crushed Grass, And Medusa's Veil, Announcing The Endless Baptism Of Freshly Created Things.