It Doesn't Matter What You Do Because

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.

Love Is The Only Engine Of Survival

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.

Ah, Grief Makes Us Precise!

And I'll Dance With You In Vienna, I'll Be Wearing A River's Disguise. The Hyacinth Wild On My Shoulder My Mouth On The Dew Of Your Thighs. And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moss. And I'll Yield To The Flood Of Your Beauty, My Cheap Violin And My Cross.