The soul exceeds its circumstances.
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.