Humankind is never what he is but the self he seeks.
Poetry is not truth, it is the resurrection of presences.
My body, plowed by your body, will turn into a field where one is sown and a hundred reaped.
Deserve your dream.
By suppressing differences and peculiarities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death
Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.