Your eyes make me shy

I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.

Poetry, which is our relation to the senses, enables us to retain a living relationship to all things. It is the quickest means of transportation to reach dimensions above or beyond the traps set by the so-called realists. It is a way to learn levitation and travel in liberated continents, to travel by moonlight as well as sunlight.

My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea and my eyes are the color of water.

Through love, through friendship, a heart lives more than one life.

I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in her.