Life Is Fired At Us Point Blank.

By Speaking, By Thinking, We Undertake To Clarify Things, And That Forces Us To Exacerbate Them, Dislocate Them, Schematize Them. Every Concept Is In Itself An Exaggeration.

The Poet Begins Where The Man Ends. The Man's Lot Is To Live His Human Life, The Poet's To Invent What Is Nonexistent.

Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.

Life Is Fired At Us Point Blank.

The Heart Of Man Does Not Tolerate An Absence Of The Excellent And Supreme.