Friday, February 22, 2013


Once they were mine, these poems.
What they accomplish in heart and eyes now,
I will never know.
When I finished them, they forgot about me

Friday, February 8, 2013

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


As long as the poet writes, he remains in charge. But when the reader reads well, it will be him to command.

A poem is yesterday's weather report for tomorrow's reader.

The mysterie of creating a work of art: one thinks to know how to begin, one knows where to go – but one never knows where it all ends.

A poem is a good place to have a shower.

Poets have a good nose for those things that don't exist yet.