My Gods
My former gods are the poets who spoke in the hollow of my ear and heart.
My former gods are the poets who spoke in the hollow of my ear and heart.
“I live, I die; I burn myself and drown; I am extremely hot enduring the cold”
What he calls his poetic art, I will call the art of writing.
Long after his death, Heine remains a controversial writer, especially in his own country.
I am another, says Rimbaud. If the copper awakens bugle, there is nothing to its fault.
In the Shakespeare’s tragedy, Ophelia, the fiancée of Hamlet, kills herself by love.
Three wings in conscious astral, on a music by Paul Valéry, poet of intelligence.
Louis Aragon had a profound influence on the teenager that I was … and that I still remain.