Its not that we have to quit this life one day its how many things we have to quit all at once holding hands hotel rooms music the physics of falling leaves vanilla and jasmine poppies smiling anthills the color of the sky coffee and cashmere literature sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly

As a very young man I thought of Europe as a place that could not exist except in the imagination in glorious dreams and through the careful lies of the silver screen.

Who worries for dying If I close my eyes tonight I will either dream or not or my eyes will open and I will be here again. And if none of those happen and I do not wake Who worries for dying

They say Alexander the Great slept with The Iliad beneath his pillow. Though I have never led an army I am a wanderer. During the waning moon I cradle Homers Odyssey as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

Alexander the Great slept with The Iliad beneath his pillow. During the waning moon I cradle Homers Odyssey as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

She is free in her wildness she is a wanderess a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. Time for her isnt something to fight against. Her life flows clean with passion like fresh water.

As for girls they must risk everything for freedom and give everything for passion... loving everything that their hearts and their bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.

As I look back on my life I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men we must learn bravery and live for Pleasure and for Beauty. More important than those two things should stand only one thing for us... Honor. A mans honor should be more sacred to him than his life especially in our age a time when very few men know what honor is.

As for you girls you must risk everything for Freedom and give everything for Passion loving everything that your hearts and your bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.

We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another.