Ordinary Life Does Not Interest Me. I

The Body Is An Instrument Which Only Gives Off Music When It Is Used As A Body.

You Are The Poet, You Walk Inside My Dreams.

My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are Overpacked.

My Life Is Not Possible To Tell. I Change Every Day, Change My Patterns, My Concepts, My Interpretations. I Am A Series Of Moods And Sensations. I Play A Thousand Roles. I Weep When I Find Others Play Them For Me. My Real Self Is Unknown. My Work Is Merely An Essence Of This Vast And Deep Adventure.

I Want To Be A Writer Who Reminds Others That These Moments Exist; I Want To Prove That There Is Infinite Space, Infinite Meaning, Infinite Dimension