I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.

However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.

I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.

My verses are my diary. My poetry is a poetry of proper names.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.