Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry, let them run, love and sing: they are as rich as Jacques Coeur, all these silly children, for they have their souls full of rhymes, rhymes which laugh and cry, which make us laugh or cry: Let them live: God blesses all the merciful: and the world blesses the poets.

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!