Antonio Porchia (November 13, 1885 – November 9, 1968) was an Argentinian poet.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.
You are a puppet, but in the hands of the infinite, which may be your own.
Because they know the name of what I am looking for, they think they know what I am looking for!