I keep my sweetness for exact hours: not a millimeter less or more! I am outraged at the programmed waste of millions. Outraged and short temper. I love in imperfect tense, messy, sassy! In a world that has conquered material abundance, “as a little human” shame burns in the soul. Within mine!

Before the abyss of finitude all power is bizarre, but we betray ourselves every day: the seduction of this totem, makes us spit in the possible paradise, soft without glorifying ‘kitsch’: that little adorned utopia! Only humans living their potentials: Freud would not have to worry about the species … At all!

At the corner of history, the kiss of Nietzsche’s superman in Marx’s realm of freedom! And nothing, nothing more!

Arriving almost in the sixty years old warned that everything that is solid splits in the air and, of course, the same wine does not pass by twice in my throat with the same taste … Ups! I think I’ve heard something like that … Yes! Nothing more consistent than ephemerality (and sense of humor!)!