The Real Love

When does real love begin?/ / At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, c...

Saying Is Inventing

And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think�Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no t...

I Need my Freedom

I am a free man ― and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, ...