I Am Like A Snake Who Has

When I Don't Write, I Feel My World Shrink. I Lose My Fire, My Color.

Anxiety Is Loves Greatest Killer.

Analysis Does Not Take Into Account The Creative Products Of Neurotic Desires.

The Woman Will Sit Eternally In The Tall Black Armchair. I Will Be The One Woman You Will Never Have...excessive Living Weighs Down The Imagination: We Will Not Live, We Will Only Write And Talk To Swell The Sails.

When You Possess Light Within, You See It Externally.