In One Kiss, You'll Know All I

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So Long.

Peace Goes Into The Making Of A Poem As Flour Goes Into The Making Of Bread.

Shyness Is A Condition Foreign To The Heart - A Category, A Dimension Which Leads To Loneliness.

Who Hasn't Sharpened The Edge Of His Soul? When, Just As Our Eyes Are Opened, We See Hate, And Just After Learning To Walk, We Are Tripped, And Just For Wanting To Love, We Are Hated, And For No More Than Touching, We Are Hurt, Which Of Us Hasn't Started To Arm Himself, To Make Himself Sharp, Somehow, Like A Knife, To Pay Back The Hurt?