Wise Is He Who Enjoys

And I Have The Others In Me. Even When I’m Far Away From Them, I Am Forced To Live With Them. Even When I’m All Alone, Crowds Surround Me. I Have No Place To Flee To, Unless I Were To Flee From Myself.

For Who Expects Nothing, All That Comes Is Grateful

To Narrate Is To Create, For Living Is Just Being Lived.

I'd Like To Be In The Country So That I'd Could Like Being In The City.

I Sometimes Think That I Enjoy Suffering. But The Truth Is I Would Prefer Something Else.