Poetry Must Be Made By All And

Farewell Until Eternity, Where You And I Shall Not Find Ourselves Together.

As Beautiful As The Chance Encounter Of A Sewing Machine And An Umbrella On An Operating Table.

Poetry Must Be Made By All And Not By One.

Naturally I Drew Register A Little Exaggerated, In Order To Create Something New In The Sense Of A Sublime Literature That Sings Of Despair Only In Order To Oppress The Reader, And Make Him Desire The Good As The Remedy.

It Is A Power Stronger Than Will. Could A Stone Escape From The Laws Of Gravity? Impossible. Impossible, For Evil To Form An Alliance With Good.