For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.

Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage

Brazil is where I have to be, where I have my roots.

And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

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

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting

Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.