One Should Read Borges More.

In Some Lost Fold Of The Past, We Wanted To Be Lions And We're No More Than Castrated Cats

Poetry Is The One Thing That Isn't Contaminated, The One Thing That Isn't Part Of The Game.

Of What Is Lost, Irretrievably Lost, All I Wish To Recover Is The Daily Availability Of My Writing, Lines Capable Of Grasping Me By The Hair And Lifting Me Up When I'm At The End Of My Strength. (significant, Said The Foreigner.) Odes To The Human And The Divine. Let My Writing Be Like The Verses Of By Leopardi That Daniel Biga Recited On A Nordic Bridge To Gird Himself With Courage.

But Every Single Damn Thing Matters! Only We Don't Realize. We Just Tell Ourselves That Art Runs On One Track And Life, Our Lives, On Another, And We Don't Realize That's A Lie.

The World Is Alive And No Living Thing Has Any Remedy. That Is Our Fortune.