My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

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.

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

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.