Exchanges of Soul

The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness which awaken when men and women fecundate each other deeply. Something is always born of man and woman lying together a...

To Love Intensely

What in the world is the worth of being smart, being an artist, being someone, when happiness is so simple! It exists more in the plain beings, the simple ones, and therefore your bride before, is ma...

The Real Consciousness Is the Chaos

I do nothing, with as little shame as satisfaction. It is the state that suits me best. I write the odd poem when it is there, that is the only thing worth doing. There is an ecstasy of �accidia� � w...