The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.
When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.
History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.
We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.