One Can't Carry One's Father's Corpse About

We Cannot Carry Our Father's Corpse With Us Everywhere We Go.

One Day/ One Day I Waited For Myself/ I Said To Myself Guillaume It's Time You Came/ So I Could Know Just Who I Am/ I Who Know Others.

Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer.

How Slow Life Is, How Violent Hope Is.

Color Is The Fruit Of Life.