It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
Brazil is where I have to be, where I have my roots.
Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.
Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession.
Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?
Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage