I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done..

There is no insurmountable solitude..

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit..

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too..

Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it,….

It's hard to tell / if we close our eyes or if night / opens in us other starred eyes, / if it burrows into the wall of our dream / till some other d….

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pain….

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog ….

I say love, and the world populates itself with doves..

How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dyi….

Love! Love until the night collapses!.

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we a….

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your….

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say..

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing..

What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in….

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything..

To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in th….

Love is a clash of lightnings.