Earthenware Is Like People, It Needs To

With The Passing Of Time, As Well As The Social Evolution And Genetic Exchange, We Ended Up Putting Our Conscience In The Colour Of Blood And In The Salt Of Tears, And, As If That Were Not Enough, We Made Our Eyes Into A Kind Of Mirror Turned Inwards, With The Result That They Often Show Without Reserve What We Are Verbally Trying To Deny.

You Never Know Beforehand What People Are Capable Of, You Have To Wait, Give It Time, It's Time That Rules, Time Is Our Gambling Partner On The Other Side Of The Table And It Holds All The Cards Of The Deck In Its Hand, We Have To Guess The Winning Cards Of Life, Our Lives.

I Write To Try To Understand, And Because I Have Nothing Better To Do.

The Worst Pain ... Isn't The Pain You Feel At The Time, It's The Pain You Feel Later On When There's Nothing You Can Do About It, They Say That Time Heals All Wounds, But We Never Live Long Enough To Test That Theory.

Jeronimo, My Grandfather, Swine-herder And Story-teller, Feeling Death About To Arrive And Take Him, Went And Said Goodbye To The Trees In The Yard, One By One, Embracing Them And Crying Because He Knew He Wouldn't See Them Again. To Truly Appreciate Life We Must Remember That Nothing Lasts For Ever And Take Nothing We Enjoy For Granted. In So Doing We Stay Grateful And Happy For All Our Good Fortune.