Everything Ends With Flowers.

I Am Sick Of Death And Worst Of All This Sickness Feeds On Itself, The More Afraid I Am The More I Am Afraid The More I Flee The More I Am Afraid The More I Am Haunted.

I Am Not Innocent. Innocence Is A Science Of The Sublime. And I Am Only At The Very Beginning Of The Apprenticeship.

If My Desire Is Possible, It Means The System Is Already Letting Something Else Through.

We Must Kill The False Woman Who Is Preventing The Live One From Breathing.

Only When You Are Lost Can Love Find Itself In You Without Losing Its Way.