Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

Nothing is part of everything.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.