What Does Not Change Is The Will

Whatever You Have To Say, Leave The Roots On, Let Them Dangle And The Dirt Just To Make Clear Where They Come From.

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct