Possible impossibility emerges From an impossible possibility, Or possibly, impossible possibility Blooms from the impossibly possible impossibility.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.

There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into...

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.

Sunbathe from within.

He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown.

The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

Either you will be you or you will not be at all.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

Creating means living.

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

Death swallows death.

Nothing is part of everything.

To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.

We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.

In greatness, life and death merge.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.