Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry

Statues To Great Men Are Made Of The Stones Thrown At Them In Their Lifetime.

Inspiration Arrived As A Result Of Profound Indolence... I Awoke With A Start And Witnessed As From A Seat In A Theatre, Three Acts Of A Potentially Awesome Play.

I Have Seafoam In My Veins, I Understand The Language Of Waves.

A Man's Truest Self Realizations Might Require Him, Above All, To Learn To Close His Eyes: To Let Himself Be Taken Unawares, To Follow His Dark Angel, To Risk His Illegal Instincts.

There Are Truths Which One Can Only Say After Having Won The Right To Say Them.