To Change Skins, Evolve Into

When One Is Pretending The Entire Body Revolts.

My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are Overpacked.

The Frenchman, By Nature, Is Sensuous And Sensitive. He Has Intelligence, Which Makes Him Tired Of Life Sooner Than Other Kinds Of Men. He Is Not Athletic: He Sees The Futility Of The Pursuit Of Fame; The Climate At Times Depresses Him.

You Don't Find Love, It Finds You. It's Got A Little Bit To Do With Destiny, Fate, And What's Written In The Stars.

The Poet Is One Who Is Able To Keep The Fresh Vision Of The Child Alive.