Your eyes make me shy
I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man as father. I do not trust man as father.
When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.
perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.
The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.
When I don't write, I feel my world shrink. I lose my fire, my color.