I Believe That It Isn't Victories But

For If A Lover's Face Survives Emblazoned On Your Heart, The World Is Still Your Home.

Where There Is True Art And Genuine Virtuosity The Artist Can Paint An Incomparable Masterpiece Without Leaving Even A Trace Of His Identity.

She Looked Out The Window; In Her Eyes Was The Light That You See Only In Children Arriving At A New Place, Or In Young People Still Open To New Influences, Still Curious About The World Because They Have Not Yet Been Scarred By Life.

In Fact, My Entire Childhood Consisted Of Looking At Photographs In Which The Viewer Sees The Ball Behind The Line, Looking Through The Goal Net, And The Poor Goalkeeper In Front Of The Net.

A Writer In Someone Who Spends Years Patiently Trying To Discover The Second Being Inside Him, And The World That Makes Him Who He Is.