Hoje ontem, na próxima semana Sim, absolutamente, se dana, Se deita na cama do gato sem o dev… People are strange Any door has know that for long

Two roads in a Yellow wood, I have never decided, as I should Many roads as a man drive by Nothing palpable staying behind. Too many nights with a rat in my s…

Who likes a phone call during oral… Who stands in silence knowing it i… Has any rage or hate in so born pr… Poisoned the soul, destroyed the b… Still I will not be an ordinary n…

Some days must be dready of obscur… Some days must be far from securit… When you walk the path of war, som… So far your chest arbors a beating… So far your legs support your puls…

I recall some lullaby’s cadence I could one day remember some. For I, being heartless, was once… I heard my mother sing in/out of t… With moderate contempt, strangely…

Champagne supernova Out of the subject And yet, oddly, pertinent When revisiting a daughter, Such an intimate sentiment,

All of my Sorrows renewed Into unwanted tomorrows From the ashes of dream and desire Into little nothings of rage, emot… How small and insignificant our au…

Oh you, who are more And you say that I talk too much, I am amoral and I speak of solitu… From the result, Nacl +, life the… Base of nothing and everything els…

Eighteen years of waiting This damned sixth sense Could not prevent The discomfort you meant All those who came before

All you had and cannot see, All they said you could be Down you meet the wild tide’s risi… At Mont Saint-Michel hell in no… Seagull lover, can you say: that’s…

considering the history of modern mathematics two questions at once arise: (1) what limitations shall be placed upon the term Mathematics; (2) what force shall be assigned to the word ...

Looking at her running from the co… Admiring the crying raging between… Remains her silhouette memory Languidly lying in the porch’s net Piled on top of other sorrows and…

Regret comes in many shapes and fl… Whispers and shouts, mute, empty l… Obligation denied, aesthetics refu… I lament and cry over letters not… Apologies and amends send by death…

Write when sad or angry, say, if y… After falling back to listen to D… I confess a choice of empathy abou… At this age, a voice from the fift… As a naturally promiscuous but fai…

« Je me trompe peut-être, mais le ça, le moi, le surmoi, le moi idéal, l’idéal du moi, le processus secondaire et le processus primaire du refoulement, etc. – en un mot les grandes mach...