I am perhaps a late follower of Zoroaster and I believe that the foundation of life is built upon the struggle between the two opposing forces of Good and Evil.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.

True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which only a few initiated people know.

Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.