I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.
I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.
I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.
The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.