They Thought I Suffered From

With Maternal Love, Life Makes A Promise At Dawn That It Can Never Hold. You Are Forced To Eat Cold Food Until Your Days End. After That, Each Time A Woman Holds You In Her Arms And Against Her Chest, These Are Merely Condolences. You Always Come Back To Yell At Your Mother's Grave Like An Abandoned Dog. Never Again, Never Again, Never Again.

As Long As You Live, You Hope. You Think That Everything Will Just...get Better.

Sometimes I Have The Feeling That We Live In A Dubbed Movie And Everybody Moves Their Lips But The Voices Don't Correspond. We Are All Post-synchronized And Sometimes Is Very Accomplished And Looks Natural.

I've Had A Lot Of Fun. Good-bye, And Thank You.

Reality Is Not An Inspiration For Literature. At Its Best, Literature Is An Inspiration For Reality.