Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.
The reason a poet is a poet is to write poems, not to advertise himself as a poet.
I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.
There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.
The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body.
My poems are political in the deeper sense of the word. Political means to live in your time, to be a man of your time.