The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.
Life itself is a quotation.
We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.
Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
Time, which despoils castles, enriches verses.
In the course of a life devoted less to living than to reading, I have verified many times that literary intentions and theories are nothing more than stimuli and that the final work usually ignores or even contradicts them.