America Hates The Artist. It

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

When Your Beauty Struck Me, It Dissolved Me. Deep Down, I Am Not Different From You. I Dreamed You, I Wished For Your Existence. I See In You That Part Of Me Which Is You. I Surrender My Sincerity Because If I Love You It Means We Share The Same Fantasies, We Share The Same Madness.

Some People Read To Confirm Their Own Hopelessness. Others Read To Be Rescued From It.

I Am In Great Terror Of Your Understanding By Which You Penetrate Into My World; And Then I Stand Revealed And I Have Shared My Kingdom With You.

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