In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

I work only with lost and founds.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

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

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

Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and one day in its turn language shall have preceded possession of silence.