The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.

Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.

And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy

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