At the end of the 1950s, I started working at a publishing company, Estudios Cor, as production manager, so returning, but not as an author, to the world of letters I had left some years before.

There is nothing that is truly free nor democratic enough. Make no mistake, the internet did not come to save the world.

One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.

Chaos is order yet undeciphered.

...the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.

When all is said and done, what is clear is that all lives end before their time.

I was born in a family of landless peasants, in Azinhaga, a small village in the province of Ribatejo, on the right bank of the Almonda River, around a hundred kilometres north-east of Lisbon.