The Soul Exceeds Its Circumstances.

Love Means To Look At Yourself The Way One Looks At Distant Things For You Are Only One Thing Among Many.

Poetry Is A Dividend From What You Know And What You Are.

Poetry Is News Brought To The Mountains By A Unicorn And An Echo.

I Think That I Am Here, On This Earth, To Present A Report On It, But To Whom I Don't Know. As If I Were Sent So That Whatever Takes Place Has Meaning Because It Changes Into Memory.

A True Opium Of The People Is A Belief In Nothingness After Death - The Huge Solace Of Thinking That For Our Betrayals, Greed, Cowardice, Murders We Are Not Going To Be Judged.