I Do Not Go In Search Of

The Poet Does Not Know - Often He Will Never Know - Whom He Really Writes For.

The New Man Is Born Too Old To Tolerate The New World. The Present Conditions Of Life Have Not Yet Erased The Traces Of The Past. We Run Too Fast, But We Still Do Not Move Enough. He Looks But He Does Not Contemplate, He Sees But He Does Not Think.

Mass Communication, Radio, And Especially Television, Have Attempted, Not Without Success, To Annihilate Every Possibility Of Solitude And Reflection.

I Have Been Judged To Be A Pessimist But What Abyss Of Ignorance And Low Egoism Is Not Hidden In One Who Thinks That Man Is The God Of Himself And That His Future Can Only Be Triumphant?

Slowly Poetry Becomes Visual Because It Paints Images, But It Is Also Musical: It Unites Two Arts Into One.