I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living.

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.

The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker.

All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.

Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?

I need the sea because it teaches me