A life spent writing has taught me to be wary of words. Those that seem clearest are often the most treacherous.

In my prayers, I want to say: Lord, don’t be far from me, and also don’t come too close. Let me contemplate the stars on the texture of your cloth, but don’t unveil your face to me. Allow me to hear the rivers that you send running, but Lord! Lord! Don’t allow me hearing your voice

Let your tears roll tonight, but tomorrow you will start the battle again. What defeats us, always, is just our own sorrow.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

Isn't it a characteristic of the age we live in that it has made everyone in a way a migrant and a member of a minority?

life is not so long that one can grow tired of it

I am the son of the road , my country is a caravan and my life is the most unexpected of voyages. i belong to earth and to the god and it is to them that I will one day soon return