Everything is Song. Everything is Silence. Since it all turns out to be illusion, perfectly being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, you are free to die laughing.
Amazement awaits us at every corner.
A born poet knows in his cradle that a poetic life is the only life worth living.
For me a poem has to sing out of itself and the lilt of it carries the magic.
The only limits are, as always, those of vision.
I tried to stir the imagination and enthusiasms of students to take risks, to do what they were most afraid of doing, to widen their horizons of action.