“Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.”

“If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land”

“A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.”

“So the freshness lives onin a lemon,in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,the proportions, arcane and acerb.”

“I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,my rage, forgetting everything,I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedicshops,and courtyards with washing hanging from the line:underwear, towels and shirts from which slowdirty tears are falling.”

“Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.”

“Like a jar you housed infinite tendernessAnd the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.”