The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.

The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.

I have learned to smoke because I need something to hold onto.

What is poetry? Do not enquire. The secret dies by prying. How does the heart beat? I fainted when I saw it on the screen, opening and closing like a flower ... Poetry is like this, it is life moving, terrible, vivid. Look the other way when you write, or you might faint.

Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.

You will always have value and nothing can change that.

April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats, and skipping ropes and bicycles and a thin new moon.