Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.

He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.

At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow