The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.

I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.

The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.

Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.

The reason a poet is a poet is to write poems, not to advertise himself as a poet.