“I move in the university of the waves.”

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.

Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.

Laughter is the language of the soul.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

We must dream our way.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.

Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

The first and best victory is to conquer self.

If there is such a thing as a genius, I am one, and if there isn’t I don’t care.

Our life is what our thoughts make it.

You don’t hire for skills, you hire for attitude. You can always teach skills.

I always like to look on the optimistic side of life.

You’re the one to set a new standard. You’re the one to defy the odds.

Personally, I’m always ready to learn, although I do not always like being taught.

I am a Woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal Woman, that’s me.