Beyond myself, somewhere,
I wait for my arrival.

Surrealism is not a poetry but a poetics, and even more, and more decisively, a world vision.

Poetry, whatever the manifest content of the poem, is always a violation of the rationalism and morality of bourgeois society.

To the poet fated to be a poet, self-expression is as natural and as involuntary as breathing is to us ordinary mortals.

Poetry is not a genre in harmony with the modern world; its innermost nature is hostile or indifferent to the dogmas of modern times, progress and the cult of the future.

Self-discovery is above all the realization that we are alone: it is the opening of an impalpable, transparent wall - that of our consciousness - between the world and ourselves.