Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

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

Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?