By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed.

The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool., the expert in solitary confinement.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes vulgar and unacceptable. It is necessary first to pan though all other poetry in order to become a political poet.