if you aren't here your heart won't break in the same way.

Not seeing rivers is also another way of dying.

Abstract art was the quivalent of poetic expression; I didn’t need to use words,but colors and lines. I didn’t need to belong to a language-oriented culture but to an open form of expression.

if you aren't here your heart won't break in the same way.

Do what your inner soul tells you to do, regardless of any money or success it will bring you.

To read a lot of trash mixing the blood of war with business’s stench. To root out any happiness. To go out, and down, and on the road. To hesitate; to go on, and ahead, and back, and up the stairs, and in one’s room. On the way, to notice that the mountain is still there. To lie and sleep, deeply, heavily. To reproduce night’s sleep. To wake up, look through the window at green water, from the Bay to the mountain, and return to one’s self. To remember that war is devastating Irak. To feel pain.

There are not millions of deaths. It happens millions of times that someone dies.