''I walked, and I was simply like a poet, simple, perhaps insignificant, through the walls of the roads, free will, this sovereignty. I was free,was on the Heaven , was with God, I saw his hands, were free like mine, but he did everything, I just wrote, as the infinite that is opened through the generations dreamed ... loves , shone in the sky ... they were mine. their petals ... the lyre, rejuvenated , loved and lived aimlessly.''Heber Bensi.

 ''With a flash, I saw the flame, I learned to get to heaven, see the meaning, and decipher the old smile of God, ancient wisdom that the art was made ... my poetry had the old light that rekindled on the mountain, celebrated the stars, was written in heaven, it is not for me to say that it had beauty, but had the integrity to be done with the heart, and became so great, and was made of love.''Héber Bensi

 '' All the time, lying between the unknown moments, infinite on the endless beaches, white seconds the Sea equals heaven, to make summer last forever. By the end, the success achieved this love so great, that made her be the first, and though not the last, has made me have the magical moment when the dawn of summer is in her arms, and not in sea or in heaven, never on Earth too.'' Héber Bensi

 ''My virtue, placed in memory of her image, castles of all seasons, especially spring. So the meadows, vast, immense flowers are about ... I wanted to be an angel to write about Heaven, my life was a daydream, Another virtue of the poetry of God. My illusion cultivated in me a love of the girl, finally turned my verses, sweet promise of eternal exile, to write all life on it as a whole, the whole of my heart.''Heber Bensi