Occupation: Poet Birth: February 4, 1900 Death: April 11, 1977
He put the coffee in the cup. He put the milk in the cup of coffee. He put the sugar in the white coffee, with the tea-spoon he stirred. He drank the….
Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around m….
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it..
An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life..
When truth is no longer free, freedom is no longer real: the truths of the police are the truths of today..
Love is so simple. [Fr., C'est tellement simple, l'amour.].
We should try to be happy, just to set an example.
Our Father which art in heaven - Stay there - And we will stay on earth - Which is sometimes so pretty..
All will be lost apart from happiness..