Occupation: Poet Birth: April 28, 1862 Death: March 17, 1929
Be - fight - feel the pain - and love the wounds!.
I loved life too much to lust for life..
How many times have I created to destroy?.
People souls - perennial loners. They're loners like stray stars..
Dead is the cradle of everything..
There live Christ and Nero in our hearts..
All our blasphemies are only little prayers..
Dead is the travel of all our travels..