There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.
The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.
At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.