“you’ve built your homeyou’ve fledged your birdsyou’ve beaten the windwith your bones you’ve finished alonewhat no one began”

“Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors”

“An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suffering from that inertia. The latter wishes to free the former, but all efforts fail, as Theseus would have failed had he been not only himself but also the Minotaur; to kill him then, he would have had to kill himself”

“Sé, de una manera visionaria, que moriré de poesía. Esto no lo comprendo perfectamente, es vago, es lejano, pero lo sé y lo aseguro.”

“escribes poemasporque necesitasun lugaren donde sea lo que no es”

“Esta manía de saberme ángel,sin edad,sin muerte en qué vivirme,sin piedad por mi nombreni por mis huesos que lloran vagando.”

“Nada más peligroso, cuando se necesita ayuda, que recibir ayuda.”