My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.

The fear of separation is all that unites.

No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.