Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.

When the judge calls the criminal's name out he stands up, and they are immediately linked by a strange biology that makes them both opposite and complementary. The one cannot exist without the other. Which is the sun and which is the shadow? It's well known some criminals have been great men.

Prisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One cannot commit evil in evil.

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.