Cease, Cows, Life Is Short.

Blood Circulated Through Her Veins With The Fluidity Of A Song That Branched Off Into The Most Hidden Areas Of Her Body And Returned To Her Heart, Purified By Love.

The Secret Of A Good Old Age Is Simply An Honorable Pact With Solitude.

How Strange Women Are.

All Human Beings Have Three Lives: Public, Private, And Secret.

There Was A House At The Foot Of The Tower, Close To The Thunder Of The Waves Breaking Against The Cliffs, Where Love Was More Intense Because It Seemed Like A Shipwreck.