We Are All Of Us

Innocence Is Like A Dumb Leper Who Has Lost His Bell, Wandering The World, Meaning No Harm.

As The End Of The What Is Called The 'sexual Life' The Only Love Which Has Lasted Is The Love Which Has Everything, Every Disappointment, Every Failure And Every Betrayal, Which Has Accepted Even The Sad Fact That In The End There Is No Desire So Deep As The Simple Desire For Companionship.

Christmas It Seems To Me Is A Necessary Festival; We Require A Season When We Can Regret All The Flaws In Our Human Relationships: It Is The Feast Of Failure, Sad But Consoling.

Love Had Turned Into "love Affair" With A Begining And An End.

Its Typical Of Mexico, Of The Whole Human Race Perhaps — Violence In Favour Of An Ideal And Then The Ideal Lost But The Violence Just Going On.