Memory. My Poison, My Food.

Globalization Has Considerably Accelerated In Recent Years Following The Dizzying Expansion Of Communications And Transport And The Equally Stupefying Transnational Mergers Of Capital. We Must Not Confuse Globalization With "internationalism" Though. We Know That The Human Condition Is Universal, That We Share Similar Passions, Fears, Needs And Dreams, But This Has Nothing To Do With The "rubbing Out" Of National Borders As A Result Of Unrestricted Capital Movements. One Thing Is The Free Movement Of Peoples, The Other Of Money.

Memory. My Poison, My Food.

There Are Some Writers Who Feel They Are Elected By God. I Am Not. I Am Elected By The Devil - This Is Clear.

Each Person Shines With His Or Her Own Light. No Two Flames Are Alike. There Are Big Flames And Little Flames, Flames Of Every Color. Some People’s Flames Are So Still They Don’t Even Flicker In The Wind, While Others Have Wild Flames That Fill The Air With Sparks. Some Foolish Flames Neither Burn Nor Shed Light, But Others Blaze With Life So Fiercely That You Can’t Look At Them Without Blinking, And If You Approach You Shine In The Fire.

My Language Is A Feel-thinking Language, Feeling And Thinking At Once, That Is Why It Is A Celebration Of Life, And At Once It Is A Denunciation Of Everything That Is Not Allowed In Life To Be Real Life, It's Plenitude.