Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.

A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?