I Write Emotional Algebra.

I Walk Ahead Of Myself In Perpetual Expectancy Of Miracles.

We Do Not See The World As It Is. We See The Word As We Are.

We Have Been Poisoned By Fairy Tales.

All Those Who Try To Unveil The Mysteries Always Have Tragic Lives. At The End They Are Always Punished.

My Life Is Not Possible To Tell. I Change Every Day, Change My Patterns, My Concepts, My Interpretations. I Am A Series Of Moods And Sensations. I Play A Thousand Roles. I Weep When I Find Others Play Them For Me. My Real Self Is Unknown. My Work Is Merely An Essence Of This Vast And Deep Adventure.