Without Hope We Are Lost.

And You Became Like Coffee, In The Deliciousness, And The Bitterness, And The Addiction.

The Stars Had Only One Task: They Taught Me How To Read. They Taught Me I Had A Language In Heaven And Another Language On Earth.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

I Thought Poetry Could Change Everything, Could Change History And Could Humanize, And I Think That The Illusion Is Very Necessary To Push Poets To Be Involved And To Believe, But Now I Think That Poetry Changes Only The Poet.

When A Writer Declares That His First Book Is His Best, That Is Bad. I Progress Successively From Book To Book.