Poetry Must Be Made By All And

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

Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose Trinity! Luminous Triangle! Whoever Has Not Known You Is Without Sense!

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

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.

I Will Leave No Memoirs.