Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

You live you die and death not ends it.

All our songs are about love, travel and death.

Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...