Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.

A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.

Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don't know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.

What is poetry which does not save nations or people?