I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Silence moves faster when it's going backward.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.