Yo, poeta sin brazos, perdido entre la multitud que vomita, sin caballo efusivo que corte los espesos musgos de mis sienes.
One love, one heart, one destiny.
My intellect is so limited, Lord, that I can only trust in You to preserve me as I should be.
Be your best proponent, ally, and advocate.
Do not avert your eyes.It is important that you see this.It is important that you feelthis.
...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces...
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
It is childish to eat primarily or only to please your tongue.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.
A man of sixty has spent twenty years in bed and over three years in eating.