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

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

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