On this earth there is that which deserves life.

When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning.

... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.

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