“So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.”

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

I need the sea because it teaches me.

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.

She was aching to reach the stars, to feel the magic within her heart.

All of this heartache is a war story.

And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

She cures the ache in places no one else can reach.

When the heart knows the reason for tears, it prepares to carry the ache for years.

It is painful to be in love. One way or another you’re always aching for something.

Freedom is a mystic voyage we must embark on. A journey that swallows us into the oesophagus of aching dreams, until we reach the belly of hope.

No matter how hard you try, some parts of your soul never stop aching.