I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.

Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, And life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which only a few initiated people know.

This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.