Celan:
Reality is not. It must be sought and won.

Valery:
Finding is nothing. The difficulty is in acquiring what has been found.

One must go into himself armed to the teeth.

I sacrifice myself inwardly to what I would be!

Gaps are my starting point. My impotence is my origin.

I am the unstable.

Kafka:
My life is a hesitation before birth.

Pessoa:
We're dead when we think we're living; we start living when we die.

Jabes:
Your hangmen have your voice and your hands...

Man is a merchant of ashes.

The patience of the scream has no limits. It outlasts martyrdom.

Cioran:
When we are a thousand miles away from poetry, we still participate in it by that sudden need to scream.

An existence which does not hide a great madness has no value.

Michaux:
He who hides his madman dies voiceless.

He who sought to escape the World becomes its traslator, too.

Borges:
Praised be the nightmare, which reveals to us that we have the power to create Hell.