The poet's spoken discourse often depends on a mystique, on the spiritual freedom that finds itself enslaved on earth.

From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.

A poet clings to his own tradition and avoids internationalism.

In opposition to this detachment, he finds an image of man which contains within itself man's dreams, man's illness, man's redemption from the misery of poverty - poverty which can no longer be for him a sign of the acceptance of life.

Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry.

According to them, the poet is confined to the provinces with his mouth broken on his own syllabic trapeze.