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A Writer Is A Man Like Any Other: He Dreams. And My Dream Was To Be Able To Say Of This Book, When I Finished: 'this Is A Book About Alentejo.'

A Man Was On His Way To The Gallows When He Met Another, Who Asked Him: Where Are You Going, My Friend? And The Condemned Man Replied: I'm Not Going Anywhere. They're Taking Me By Force.

We Use Words To Understand Each Other And Even, Sometimes, To Find Each Other.

We've All Had Our Moments Of Weakness, And If We Manage To Get Through Today Without Any, We'll Be Sure To Have Some Tomorrow.

Your Questions Are False If You Already Know The Answer.