Everything In The World Began With A

I' Is Merely One Of The World's Instantaneous Spasms.

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.

Her Curiosity Instructed Her More Than The Answers She Was Given.

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

Brazil Is Where I Have To Be, Where I Have My Roots.