We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
Love requited is a short circuit.
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
My mistakes are my life.