I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.
In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.
I wish they would take me as I am.
For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.
In trees, I see expression and soul