Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.

Perhaps it is the language that chooses the writers it needs, making use of them so that each might express a tiny part of what it is.

Very few people are aware that in each of our fingers, located somewhere between the firs phalange, the mesophalange and the metaphalange, there is a tiny brain... It should be noted that fingers are without brains, these develop gradually with the passage of time and with the help of what the eyes see... That is why the fingers have always excelled at uncovering what is concealed.

blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.

Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.

Though I had come into the world on 16 November 1922, my official documents show that I was born two days later, on the 18th. It was thanks to this petty fraud that my family escaped from paying the fine for not having registered my birth at the proper legal time.

As so often happens, the thing left undone tires you most of all, you only feel rested when it has been accomplished.