...the Only Way To Prove You Are

Reality Is Not An Inspiration For Literature. At Its Best, Literature Is An Inspiration For Reality.

When A War Is Won, It's The Losers, Not The Winners, Who Are Liberated.

With Maternal Love, Life Makes A Promise At Dawn That It Can Never Hold. You Are Forced To Eat Cold Food Until Your Days End. After That, Each Time A Woman Holds You In Her Arms And Against Her Chest, These Are Merely Condolences. You Always Come Back To Yell At Your Mother's Grave Like An Abandoned Dog. Never Again, Never Again, Never Again.

Sometimes I Have The Feeling That We Live In A Dubbed Movie And Everybody Moves Their Lips But The Voices Don't Correspond. We Are All Post-synchronized And Sometimes Is Very Accomplished And Looks Natural.

I See History As A Relay Race In Which One Of Us, Before Dropping In His Tracks, Must Carry One Stage Further The Challenge Of Being A Man.