"Ideologies separate us. Dreams and suffering draw us closer! "

It's enough to look at the sky (one night with stars without a moon) and my arms fall down from helplessness, sadness. If people would watch the sky more often, and especially if they did it very carefully, it would die of despair and humiliation. We can live because we forget it. Not only sorrow; frighten us, creep us, tear us.
I have so much sense that I seem crazy, crazy. I'm abnormally normal.

Poetry is not pursuing anything. She knows lyrical, she's watching, contemplating.

A work of art is, above all, an adventure of mind.

Every one of you is right, only the others are wrong. Always. On one condition: none of you suppose he is the other. Do not trust the affirmations of others. Reconcile everything. Be yourself. Do not listen to any advice: except for it.
Not a certain society seems ridiculous to me, but to humanity.

We are perhaps only knots, ephemeral crosses of energy, forces, various and contradictory tendencies that death releases them.

Nothing is more shameful than being stupid. It's far more compromising than being a murderer, even madness has its aura. But being stupid? To be an imbecile, who accepts such a thing?

Our mediocrity is what causes us to leave, to give up. Great love does not know what the renunciation means, it does not know it. It never resembles, for resignation, like failure, is mediocre.

Deaths are more than vines. And their number increases.

Childhood is a world of miracles and amazement of creation bathed in light, coming out of darkness, overwhelmingly new and fresh and astounding.

I have often thought that politics is too serious to entrust politicians.

I feel my mind empty and I find it hard to continue, not because of the pain but of this existential void that the world is full of, if I can say that the world is full of void

Describe a circle, comfort it, after which it will turn into a vicious circle.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and suffering draw us closer.

Poets are the heart of humanity.

There is no civilization or culture that does not manifest, in one way or another, the "absolute need" called heaven, miracle, paradise, peace, freedom ... There is no philosophy or ideology that does not consider we live in alienation. Mankind has always had the nostalgia for liberation.

It is not the answer that illuminates, but the question.

Reason is the man's madness. The reason of the weak man is madness.