When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

Everything is a little bit of darkness, even the light.

No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.