Never Read A Book To The End,

Sometimes, When I Wake Up At Night, I Feel Invisible Hands Weaving My Destiny.

If I Write What I Feel, It's To Reduce The Fever Of Feeling. What I Confess Is Unimportant, Because Everything Is Unimportant.

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

To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself

Being A Retired Major Looks Like An Ideal Thing To Me. What A Pity You Couldn't Eternally Have Been Just A Retired Major.