Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.

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

We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.

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.

Without hope we are lost.

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