A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands. Votes: 18
It's always so early in here, before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. Thank you for this life! Still I miss the alternatives. The sketches, all of them, want to become real. Votes: 18
Sometimes my life opened its eyes in the dark. A feeling as if crowds drew through the streets in blindness and anxiety on the way towards a miracle, while I invisibly remain standing. Votes: 12
The language marches in step with the executioners. Therefore we must get a new language. Votes: 9
Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies. Votes: 7
Every abstract picture of the world is as impossible as a blueprint of a storm. Don't be ashamed because you're human: be proud! Inside you, vaults behind vaults open endlessly. You will never be finished, and that's as it should be. Votes: 7
Death stoops over me.I'm a problem in chess. Hehas the solution. Votes: 4
I walk slowly into myself, through a forest of empty suits of armor. Votes: 4
The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: 'I am not empty, I am open'. Votes: 3
A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow. Votes: 0
I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case Votes: 0
I am still the place where creation does some work on itself. Votes: 0
In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly. Votes: 0
It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body. Votes: 0
We always feel younger than we are. I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings. The sum of them is me. The mirror sees only my latest face, while I know all my previous ones. Votes: 0