You Are The Poet, You Walk Inside

Through Love, Through Friendship, A Heart Lives More Than One Life.

You Carry Away With You A Reflection Of Me, A Part Of Me. I Dreamed You; I Wished For Your Existence. You Will Always Be A Part Of My Life. If I Love You, It Must Be Because We Shared, At Some Moment, The Same Imaginings, The Same Madness, The Same Stage.

The Richest Source Of Creation Is Feeling, Followed By A Vision Of Its Meaning.

I See Enormous Loves Growing Immense And Finally Crushing Me.

The Source Of Sexual Power Is Curiosity, Passion. You Are Watching Its Little Flame Die Of Asphyxiation.