Time Is A Fire That Consumes Me,

The Tango Is A Direct Expression Of Something That Poets Have Often Tried To State In Words: The Belief That A Fight May Be A Celebration.

Besides, Rereading, Not Reading, Is What Counts.

Leaving Behind The Babble Of The Plaza, I Enter The Library. I Feel, Almost Physically, The Gravitation Of The Books, The Enveloping Serenity Of Order, Time Magically Dessicated And Preserved.

I Saw All The Mirrors On Earth And None Of Them Reflected Me.

I Cannot Sleep Unless I Am Surrounded By Books.