listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in the next room? not here, not there: you he….

The woman who died night after night and her dying was a long goodbye, a train that never left..

The value of e-commerce is not in the e, but in the commerce..

Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing. But the contrary is also true: language is….

Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival..

It is the Revolution, the magical word, the word that is going to change everything, that is going to bring us immense delight and a quick death..

What is art? A violet. Is that all? An artistic style is a living entity, a continuous process of invention. It can never be imposed from without; bo….

Power immobilizes; it freezes with a single gesture-grandiose, terrible, theatrical, or finally, simply monotonous-the variety which is life..

The whole motley confusion of acts, omissions, regrets and hopes which is the life of each one of us finds in death, not meaning or explanation, but ….

Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind.….

We must cultivate and defend particularity, individuality, and irregularity-life. Human beings do not have a future in the collectivism of bureaucrat….

The world is born when two people kiss.

Surrealism is not a school of poetry but a movement of liberation... A way of rediscovering the language of innocence, a renewal of the primordial pa….

The beloved is already in our being, as thirst and "otherness." Being is eroticism. Inspiration is that strange voice that takes man out of himse….

Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society..

Erotic acts are instinctive; they fulfill a role in nature. The idea is familiar, but it is one that contains a paradox: there is nothing more natura….

A flower without a stem, is beauty waiting to die. A heart without love, is a tear waiting to cry..

Revolt is the violence of an entire people; rebellion the unruliness of an individual or an uprising by a minority; both are spontaneous and blind. R….

What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. Life is plurality, death is uniformity. By suppressing ….

What characterizes a poem is its necessary dependence on words as much as its struggle to transcend them..

Eroticism is first and foremost a thirst for otherness. And the supernatural is the supreme otherness. This is perhaps the most noble aim of poetry, ….