The future belongs to all who, refusing to look back at the past move ahead with the clock as it ticks.

How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou're there, with a splinter of life.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

Open the fridge and putMy heart on a plate.I'm just as you leftme, and I taste even betterleftover.

Cada vez que te enamores no expliques a nadie nada, deja que el amor te invada sin entrar en pormenores

Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.

L'artGreen arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

we are two like-minded creatures too well-matched, both equal halves of a whole not altogether wholesome

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand.They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.