Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Each day is a drive through history.