I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.

To think is an act. To feel is a fact.

Today at school I wrote an essay about Flag Day which was so beautiful, but ever so beautiful - for I even used words without really knowing what they meant.

My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.