The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.

I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.

The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

My love, I fear the silence of your hands.

I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold