Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown.
Poetry, Courage, Strength
He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.
Love, Poetry, Wisdom
While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
Poetry, Wisdom, Beauty
What you gain here, you lose on the other side.
Poetry, Wisdom, Loss
In greatness, life and death merge.
Life, Poetry, Death
Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.
Poetry, Wisdom
From one bell all the bells toll.
Poetry, Wisdom, God
We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.
Knowledge, Poetry, Wisdom
They are both spectacular, Life and death.
Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
Wherever I go, I run into myself.
One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
I travel, always arriving in the same place.
My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
Creating means living.
All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.
Poetry, Wisdom, Separation
Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.
Life eats life to live.
Life, Poetry, Wisdom
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
Poetry, Wisdom, Solitude
Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.
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