Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.

Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning.

He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.

Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.