What Does Autumn Go On Paying For

I No Longer Love Her, That's Certain, But Maybe I Love Her. Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So Long.

I Should Like To Sleep Like A Cat, With All The Fur Of Time, With A Tongue Rough As Flint, With The Dry Sex Of Fire; And After Speaking To No One, Stretch Myself Over The World, Over Roofs And Landscapes, With A Passionate Desire To Hunt The Rats In My Dreams.

La Heradera Del Dia Destruida. (the Heiress Of The Destroyed Day.)

In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like Seawater

All Paths Lead To The Same Goal: To Convey To Others What We Are.