Nothingness Lies Coiled In The

Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere, But Ruin In Their Eyes.

I Receive Letters From Workers, From Secretaries. . . . They Are The Most Interesting Ones.

Remember, Orestes: You Were Part Of My Herd, You Grazed In The Fields Along With My Sheep. Your Liberty Is Nothing But A Mange Eating Away At You, It Is Nothing But An Exile.

We Do Not Judge The People We Love.

Life Has No Meaning The Moment You Lose The Illusion Of Being Eternal.