I Believe One Writes Because One Has

You Live Like This, Sheltered, In A Delicate World, And You Believe You Are Living.

Paris-new York, The Two High Tension Magnetic Poles Between Life, Life Of The Senses, Of The Spirit In Paris, And Life In Action In New York.

Jazz Is The Music Of The Body.

What I Cannot Love, I Overlook. Is That Real Friendship?

I'm Awaiting A Lover. I Have To Be Rent And Pulled Apart And Live According To The Demons And The Imagination In Me. I'm Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.