After the turbulence of death, moral principles and even religious proofs are called into question.

The writer of stories or of novels settles on men and imitates them; he exhausts the possibilities of his characters.

Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry.

The poet's spoken discourse often depends on a mystique, on the spiritual freedom that finds itself enslaved on earth.

My readers at that time were still men of letters; but there had to be other people waiting to read my poems.

From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.

Even a polemic has some justification if one considers that my own first poetic experiments began during a dictatorship and mark the origin of the Hermetic movement.