It isn't pleasant to surrender to the hegemony of a nation which is still wild and primitive, and to concede the absolute superiority of its customs and institutions, science and technology, literature and art. Must one sacrifice so much in the name of the unity of mankind?

The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

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

I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.

For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.

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