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

A poet clings to his own tradition and avoids internationalism.

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.

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

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.

War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost.

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal but which the reader recognizes as his own.