Destroy yourself, if you don't know!

I'm becoming the street. Who are you in love with? me? Straight against the light I cross.

Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible

life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages.

It may be the coldest day of The year, what does he think of That? I mean, what do I? And if I do, Perhaps I am myself again.

When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf to turn away from the sun -- it loves it there. There's nothing so spiritual about being happy but you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.

The artificial is always innocent.