"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."

"Leave me to the sea, to the waves, to the wind, to the sun, to the moon, to the stars, to the infinite."

"The world is a sea, and we are the ships."

"I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window."