I Write To Try To Understand, And

Don't Be Afraid, The Darkness You're In Is No Greater Than The Darkness Inside Your Own Body, They Are Two Darknesses Separated By A Skin, I Bet You've Never Thought Of That, You Carry A Darkness About With You All The Time And That Doesn't Frighten You...my Dear Chap, You Have To Learn To Live With The Darkness Outside Just As You Learned To Live With The Darkness Inside

Just As The Habit Does Not Make The Monk, The Sceptre Does Not Make The King.

The Sun Appears In One Of The Upper Corners Of The Rectangle, On The Left Of Anyone Looking At The Picture.

I Was Born In A Family Of Landless Peasants, In Azinhaga, A Small Village In The Province Of Ribatejo, On The Right Bank Of The Almonda River, Around A Hundred Kilometres North-east Of Lisbon.

This Is The Effect Of Panic, A Natural Effect, You Could Say That Animal Nature Is Like This, Plant Life Would Behave In Exactly The Same Way, Too, If It Did Not Have All Those Roots To Hold It In The Ground, And How Nice It Would Be To See The Trees Of The Forest Fleeing The Flames.