Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.
Silence moves faster when it's going backward.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
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