My Only Two Weapons: Time

To Live Is Nothing More Than To Come Here To Die, To Be What We Were Before Being Born, But With Apprenticeship, Experience, Knowledge Of Cause, And Perhaps With Will.

I Am Not I. I Am This One Walking Beside Me Whom I Do Not See, Whom At Times I Manage To Visit, And Whom At Other Times I Forget; Who Remains Calm And Silent While I Talk, And Forgives, Gently, When I Hate, Who Walks Where I Am Not, Who Will Remain Standing When I Die.

Rodin Picks A Mushroom Delighted, And Shows It To Madame Rodin... "look," He Says Excitedly, "and That Takes But A Single Night! In One Night All These Are Made, All These Lamellas. That Is Good Work."

I Unpetalled You, Like A Rose, To See Your Soul, And I Didn't See It. But Everything Around -horizons Of Land And Of Seas-, Everything, Out To The Infinite, Was Filled With A Fragrance, Enormous And Alive.

Sharp Nostalgia, Infinite And Terrible, For What I Already Possess.