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
What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.
Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.
Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.
Night is a world lit by itself.
They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.
A large heart can be filled with very little.
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.