A Journey Never Ends. Only The Travellers

It Is Strange How The Elderly Fall Silent When They Ought To Go On Speaking, Obliging The Young To Learn Everything From Scratch.

Words That Come From The Heart Are Never Spoken, They Get Caught In The Throat And Can Only Be Read In Ones's Eyes.

There Is Relationship Between Sight And Touch, Something About Eyes Being Able To See Through The Fingers Touching The Clay, About Fingers Being Able To Feel What The Eyes Are Seeing Without The Fingers Actually Touching It.

Beginning With Adolescence, My Political Formation Was Oriented In The Ideological Direction Of Marxism. It Was Natural, Being That My Thinking Was Influenced By An Atmosphere Of Active Critical Resistance. That Was The Way It Was During All Of The Dictatorship And Up To The Revolution Of 1974.

The Wise Man Contents Himself With What He Has, Until Such Time As He Invents Something Better.