You Are The Poet, You Walk Inside

Create A World, Your World. Alone. Stand Alone. And Then Love Will Come To You, Then It Comes To You.

I Cannot Concentrate All My Friendship On Any Single One Of My Friends Because No One Is Complete Enough In Himself.

He Was Now In That State Of Fire That She Loved. She Wanted To Be Burnt.

I Will Not Be Just A Tourist In The World Of Images, Just Watching Images Passing By Which I Cannot Live In, Make Love To, Possess As Permanent Sources Of Joy And Ecstasy.

Our Love Of Each Other Was Like Two Long Shadows Kissing Without Hope Of Reality.