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Reality Is Very, Very Contradictory, And So I Try To Write Just Perfecting What I See, What I Read, What I Feel, In A Feel-thinking Way. Not Only Giving Ideas, Or Receiving Ideas, Or Trying To Explain Something, But Mainly Feel-thinking, A Feel-thinking Language Able To Tie The Heart And The Mind, Which Have Been Divorced.

The Ball Laughs, Radiant, In The Air. He Brings Her Down, Puts Her To Sleep, Showers Her With Compliments, Dances With Her, And Seeing Such Things Never Before Seen His Admirers Pity Their Unborn Grandchildren Who Will Never See Them.

Recordar: To Remember; From The Latin Records, To Pass Back Through The Heart

Reality Is A Magic Lady, Sometimes Very Mysterious. To Me She Is Very Passionate. She Is Real Not Only When She Is Awake, Walking Down The Streets, But Also At Night When She Is Dreaming Or When She Is Having Nightmares. When I Am Writing, I Am Always Paying Tribute To Her - To That Lady Called Reality.

The Walls Are The Publishers Of The Poor.