“All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNotby coincidence, by choice.”

“I wore you on me at all timesLike I now carry my pen.Unlike your own opinion myBelongings must have a function.You bled through the ink of my lines andTo be my subject nursed your thirst.Was it my ...”

“Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now,I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.”

“I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;I recognize its time to mount a different horse.”

“Its just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.”

“I am the interpretation of the prophetI am the artist in the coffinI am the brave flag stained with bloodI am the wounds overcomeI am the dream refusing to sleepI am the bare-breasted voice of libe...”

“I wore you on me at all timesLike I now carry my pen.Unlike your own opinion myBelongings must have a function.You bled through the ink of my lines andTo be my subject nursed your thirst.Was it my ...”

“For that short space of time, she forgot she was sad and a little afraid. She let herself forget that after tonight, she might never see him again and that if she did, whatever it was between them ...”

“Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heart”