I've reached the point where tedium is a person, the incarnate fiction of my own company.

I search and can't find myself. I belong in chrysanthemum time, sharp in calla lily elongations. God made my soul into an ornamental thing.

I always live in the present. The future I can't know. The past I no longer have.

Multipliquei-me para me sentir.

This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.

Blessed are those who entrust their lives to no one.