Γ, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?
I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.
People wonder why so many writers come to live in Paris. Iβve been living ten years in Paris and the answer seems simple to me: because itβs the best place to pick ideas. Just like Italy, Spain.. or Iran are the best places to pick saffron. If you want to pick opium poppies you go to Burma or South-East Asia. And if you want to pick novel ideas, you go to Paris.