1/8
Mi ha assalito un'acre nostalgia
come la gente di una vecchia foto
che vorrebbe tornare
con chi la guarda.
2/8
There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.
3/8
Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.
4/8
Here in Jerusalem, tears do not weaken the eyes, they only polish and shine the hardness of faces like stone.
5/8
Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.
6/8
What are you going to do now? You'll collect loves like stamps. You've got doubles and no one will trade with you. And you've got damaged ones.
7/8
Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.
8/8
The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.
