Poetry Is The Language Of A State

You Don't Make A Poem With Ideas, But With Words.

Everything That Is Sacred And That Wishes To Remain So Must Envelop Itself In Mystery.

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.

Everything In The World Exists In Order To End Up As A Book.

A Soul Trembling To Sit By A Hearth So Bright, To Exist Again, It’s Enough If I Borrow From Your Lips The Breath Of My Name You Murmur All Night.