I believe that some think of living but perhaps do not live.
I believe in the clean thought of the sincere man.
I believe in the free path of those who trip because of a shoestring that comes untied by chance, and believe in that string freed by the imagination.
I believe in a string that ties the heart when it tries to love.
I believe in a knot and in the one who unties it.
Io believe in love given.
I believe that words are unnecessary, and believe in the poetry of that man without peace called passion.
I believe in genius and disorderliness and in pure inspiration that makes us free.
I believe in scratches that do not hurt, in pain that is a pleasure, in pleasure that leads to pain.
Io credo in myself and believe in you, in all of you, in everything a believe in.
As I walk I believe, and while I believe I walk, in the dark, but I see.