Is 4 The Same 4 For Everybody?

Love Is A War Of Lightning, And Two Bodies Ruined By A Single Sweetness.

What Will They Say About My Poetry Who Never Touched My Blood?

I Have Been A Lucky Man. To Feel The Intimacy Of Brothers Is A Marvelous Thing In Life. To Feel The Love Of People Whom We Love Is A Fire That Feeds Our Life. But To Feel The Affection That Comes From Those Whom We Do Not Know, From Those Unknown To Us, Who Are Watching Over Our Sleep And Solitude, Over Our Dangers And Our Weaknesses – That Is Something Still Greater And More Beautiful Because It Widens Out The Boundaries Of Our Being, And Unites All Living Things.

In You Is The Illusion Of Each Day. You Arrive Like The Dew To The Cupped Flowers. You Undermine The Horizon With Your Absence. Eternally In Flight Like The Wave.

The Truth Is In The Prolouge. Death To The Romantic Fool., The Expert In Solitary Confinement.