I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed.

I do not fear invisible worlds.

That wild beast which lives in man and does not dare to show itself until the barriers of law and custom have been removed, was now set free.

Forgetfulness heals everything and song is the most beautiful manner of forgetting, for in song man feels only what he loves.

Between the fear that something would happen and the hope that still it wouldn't, there is much more space than one thinks. On that narrow, hard, bare and dark space a lot of us spend their lives.

What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.

Searching for what I need, and I don't even know precisely what that is, I was going from a man to a man, and I saw that all of them together have less than me who has nothing, and that I left to each of them a bit of that what I don't have and I've been searching for.