We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.
One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.
I thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could humanize, and I think that the illusion is very necessary to push poets to be involved and to believe, but now I think that poetry changes only the poet.
And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.
My homeland is not a suitcase, and I am no traveller
I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold