Fuck I hate fucksWho think they’re so fucking greatThey know everything about fucking,When they’re just fucking fucks fucking!And no one changes the fucking worldWhen they keep fucking to another fuck...
The movementOf the body isWhere poetryBegins
Unless you are silent, you will notknow your urgent heart, how it beatsbetween the thin skin of yes and no.
I remember, for instance, the first time I went to the great palace of Versailles outside Paris and how, as I wandered around among all those gardens and fountains and statues, I had a sense that the...
I'm an open book in a closed room.
