Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for. – Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
Poetry is indispensable – if I only knew what for. – Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. – Jean Cocteau
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends. – Jean Cocteau
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. – Jean Cocteau