He [Mihaly Babits] hoped that some god might offer a bed to the river of words which rose to his lips, so that it might flow between ordered banks to the sea, there to vanish.

To use the term ‘clerk’ as an insult is simply a banal vulgarity; Pessoa and Svevo, however would have welcomed it as a just attribute of the poet. The latter does not resemble Achilles or...

Debemos ser capaces —algo extremadamente difícil— de decir no sólo sí o no a una determinada realidad y también a las personas amadas, sino que es necesario continuar amándolas incluso condenando sus acciones y continuar...

[E]very journey is played out between standstill and flight.

There are many hostelries in his report, which is the true account of an expedition.

Sabías que la poesía no es jamás sólo tuya, como el amor, sino de todos; no es el poeta el que crea las palabras, decías y declamabas, es la palabra la que se le hecha...