It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned,...

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.

I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.

This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.

Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it’s a product of an assembly line.

Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

The world is a navy in an empty ocean.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would’ve thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

If you could have walked on the planet before humans lived here, maybe the Ivory Coast would have seemed more beautiful than La Côte d’Azur.

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

Deliver thunder, GodIf you choose not to talk.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

With your goal you make the one.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?

There are no winners in real games.

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

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.