Without Hope We Are Lost.

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.

The Importance Of Poetry Is Not Measured, Finally, By What The Poet Says But By How He Says It.

I Believe In The Power Of Poetry, Which Gives Me Reasons To Look Ahead And Identify A Glint Of Light.

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.