The urban man is an uprooted tree, he can put out leaves, flowers and grow fruit but what a nostalgia his leaf, flower, and fruit will always have for mother earth!

The urban man is an uprooted tree, he can put out leaves, flowers and grow fruit but what a nostalgia his leaf, flower, and fruit will always have for mother earth!

A fantasy can be equivalent to a paradise and if the fantasy passes, better yet, because eternal paradise would be very boring.

Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

My only two weapons: time and silence.

If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.