...the Habit Of Falling Hardens

With The Passing Of Time, As Well As The Social Evolution And Genetic Exchange, We Ended Up Putting Our Conscience In The Colour Of Blood And In The Salt Of Tears, And, As If That Were Not Enough, We Made Our Eyes Into A Kind Of Mirror Turned Inwards, With The Result That They Often Show Without Reserve What We Are Verbally Trying To Deny.

Each Part In Itself Constitutes The Whole To Which It Belongs.

Blind People Do Not Need A Name, I Am My Voice, Nothing Else Matters.

Consciences Keep Silence More Often Than They Should, That's Why Laws Were Created.

Creating Is Always So Much More Stimulating Than Destroying.