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.

A flock of sheep near the airport or a high voltage generator beside the orchard: these combinations open up my life like a wound, but they also heal it. That's why my feelings always come in twos.

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

I think the end is endless. It's either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it's totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn't understand it.

From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.

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.

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