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

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

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.

What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.