The Poet Is He Who Inspires, Rather

The Language Of My Love Does Not Belong To Human Language, My Human Body Does Not Touch The Flesh Of My Love.

The Earth Is Blue Like An Orange.

Your Eyes In Which I Travel Have Given To Signs Along The Roads A Meaning Alien To The Earth.

You Cannot Be Known Better Than I Know You.

We Want To Be, When We Are Young, A Little Man. I Would Like To Be A Big Child, Stronger And Fairer Than A Man, And More Lucid Than A Child.