The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have...excessive living weighs down the imagination: we will not live, we will only write and talk to swell the sails.
... only love begets love.
You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.
I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.