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.

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'.

I am still the place where creation does some work on itself.

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.

I am carried in my shadow like a violin in its black case

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.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body.

A person shows himself for an instant as in a photograph but clearer and in the background something which is bigger than his shadow.