Poetry is not truth, it is the resurrection of presences.
Self-discovery is above all the realization that we are alone: it is the opening of an impalpable, transparent wall-that of our consciousness-between the world and ourselves.
Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
When we learn to speak, we learn to translate.
Deserve your dream.
Poet: gardener of epitaphs.