I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.
I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold
... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.
Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.
The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.
Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.