“... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...”

“...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...”

“...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...”

“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”

“...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....”

“I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible...”

“...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...”