The One Who Travels Like A Lover

I Love Your Silences, They Are Like Mine.

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer, Because It Is Like The Stranglehold Of The Drowning.

Each Contact With A Human Being Is So Rare, So Precious, One Should Preserve It.

But The Artist Persists Because He Has The Will To Create, And This Is The Magic Power Which Can Transform And Transfigure And Transpose And Which Will Ultimately Be Transmitted To Others.

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.