Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry

The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison From Which The Works Of Art Escape.

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.

It Is Excruciating To Be An Unbeliever With A Spirit That Is Deeply Religious.

The Eyes Of The Dead Are Closed Gently; We Also Have To Open Gently The Eyes Of The Living.

Picasso Said That Everything Is A Miracle, That It's A Miracle That We Don't Dissolve In Our Baths.