Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?
I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.
I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.
The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.
Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.
Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry.