One Does Not Know Where Love Will

I Still Write In Long Hand. I Type Like A Chimpanzee.

Evil Would Always Come To Me Disguised In Systems And Dignified By Law.

My Mother Raised Me To Be A Writer.

I Lived With The Terrible Knowledge That One Day I Would Be An Old Man Still Waiting For My Real Life To Start. Already, I Pitied That Old Man.

Each Divorce Is The Death Of A Small Civilization.