We Only See What We Look At.

The Animal Has Secrets Which, Unlike The Secrets Of Caves, Mountains, Seas Are Specifically Addressed To Man.

Do You Know The Legend About Cicadas? They Say They Are The Souls Of Poets Who Cannot Keep Quiet Because, When They Were Alive, They Never Wrote The Poems They Wanted To.

Paris, I Believe, Is A Man In His Twenties In Love With An Older Woman.

Today The Discredit Of Words Is Very Great.

Emigration, Forced Or Chosen, Across National Frontiers Or From Village To Metropolis, Is The Quintessential Experience Of Our Time.