It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive.

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Laughter is the language of the soul.

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.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.