Loving means getting rid of names.

A glass pitcher, a wicker basket, a tunic of coarse cloth. Their beauty is inseparable from their function. Handicrafts belong to a world existing before the separation of the useful and the beautiful.

Poets have the gift to speak for others, Vasko Popa had the very rare quality of hearing the others.

By suppressing differences and peculiarities, by eliminating different civilizations and cultures, progress weakens life and favors death

If each of my words were a drop of water, you would see through them and glimpse what I feel: gratitude, acknowledgement.

Poetry is not truth, it is the resurrection of presences.

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.