Tropical Nights Are Hammocks For

I See Enormous Loves Growing Immense And Finally Crushing Me.

I Needed To Live, But I Also Needed To Record What I Lived.

My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are Overpacked.

The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.

Coming Near Him Like A Ballet Dancer She Took A Leap Towards Him, And He, Frightened By Her Vehemence, And Fearing That She Would Crash Against Him, Instinctively Became Absolutely Rigid, And She Felt Herself Embracing A Statue.