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

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

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.

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.

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

I write to save someone's life, probably my own

But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.