There Is No Space Wider

Love Is A War Of Lightning, And Two Bodies Ruined By A Single Sweetness.

What Will They Say About My Poetry Who Never Touched My Blood?

He Who Has Nothing—it Has Been Said Many Times—has Nothing To Lose But His Chains.

Everything Is Ceremony In The Wild Garden Of Childhood.

The Birds Of Night Peck At The First Stars That Flash Like My Soul When I Love You.