Occupation: Poet Birth: November 13, 1885 Death: November 9, 1968
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears..
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you..
There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering..
My bits of time play with eternity..
It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down..
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life..
When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time..
Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything..
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing..
Night is a world lit by itself..
A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me..
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself..
I can wait for you longer. Because you have arrived..
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something..
I will help you approach if you approach, and to keep away if you keep away..
He who goes step by step always finds himself level with a step..
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow..
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain..
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror..
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see..
Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison..