God Wills, Man Dreams, The Work Is

Pg.9 "in My Heart There's A Peaceful Anguish, And My Calm Is Made Of Resignation.

The House Clock, Place Certain There At The Bottom Of Things, Strikes The Half Hour Dry And Null. All Is So Much, All Is So Deep, All Is So Dark And Cold!

In This Metallic Age Of Barbarians, Only A Relentless Cultivation Of Our Ability To Dream, To Analyse And To Captivate Can Prevent Our Personality From Degenerating Into Nothing Or Else Into A Personality Like All The Rest.

I Don't Write In Portuguese. I Write Myself.

To Think Is To Destroy.