A Throw Of The Dice Will Never

The Poetic Act Consists Of Suddenly Seeing That An Idea Splits Up Into A Number Of Equal Motifs And Of Grouping Them; They Rhyme.

A Throw Of The Dice Will Never Abolish Chance.

It Is In Front Of The The Paper That The Artist Creates Himself.

Poetry Is The Language Of A State Of Crisis.

O Naked Flower Of My Lips, You Lie! I Await A Thing Unknown Or Perhaps, Unaware Of The Mystery And Your Cries You Give, O Lips, The Supreme Tortured Moans Of A Childhood Groping Among Its Reveries To Sort Out Finally Its Cold Precious Stones.