At The Heart Of All

In Spain, The Dead Are More Alive Than The Dead Of Any Other Country In The World.

Death Laid Its Eggs In The Wound

In Each Thing There Is An Insinuation Of Death. Stillness, Silence, Serenity Are All Apprenticeships.

I Will Always Be On The Side Of Those Who Have Nothing And Who Are Not Even Allowed To Enjoy The Nothing They Have In Peace.

Even Money, Which Shines So Much, Spits Sometimes.