Brazil Is Where I Have To Be,

I Work Only With Lost And Founds.

I Ask Myself: Is Every Story That Has Ever Been Written In This World, A Story Of Suffering And Affliction?

I Write As If To Save Somebody’s Life. Probably My Own. Life Is A Kind Of Madness That Death Makes. Long Live The Dead Because We Live In Them.

To Think Is An Act. To Feel Is A Fact.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.