Blessed is the famous flaw that saves us from the abominable perfection
Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.
To live is nothing more than to come here to die, to be what we were before being born, but with apprenticeship, experience, knowledge of cause, and perhaps with will.
I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.
My only two weapons: time and silence.
The urban man is an uprooted tree, he can put out leaves, flowers and grow fruit but what a nostalgia his leaf, flower, and fruit will always have for mother earth!