Antonio Porchia
Antonio Porchia
Antonio Porchiawas an Argentinian poet. He was born in Conflenti, Italy, but, after the death of his father in 1900, moved to Argentina. He wrote a Spanish book entitled Voces, a book of aphorisms. It has since been translated into Italian and into English, French, and German. A very influential, yet extremely succinct writer, he has been a cult author for a number of renowned figures of contemporary literature and thought such as André Breton, Jorge Luis Borges, Roberto Juarroz...
NationalityItalian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth13 November 1886
CountryItaly
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.
If a fanatic is willing to give his life for a cause, he's probably willing to give yours as well I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
When I look for my existence I do not look for it in myself.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.
I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.
He who does not know how to believe, should not know.
Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing