People Say I Am Mad.

Every One Of Us Is A Perfect Human Being, Deformed By The Family, The Society And The Culture.

The Imagination Wants To Construct The New Worlds, No? Creativity Is A Solution. If I Ask You, "what Is Your Goal In Life? How Many Years Do You Have To Live Before To Die? How Many Years Do You Have? And What You Will Do With These Years You Have?" You Have Pressure There. "how You Will Realize A Good Life? How? Tell Me!" Then, You Start To Open Your Mind.

You Are Excrement. You Can Change Yourself Into Gold.

You Can't Have A Masterpiece Without Madness.

Birds Born In Cages Think That Flying Is A Disease.