For a long time there has been something stored deep in my heart, that needs to be said to you, there are so many feelings incapable of being described in words,...
The creative soul prefers the desert to empty applause.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Where we are not is where we are fine. We are no longer in the past, and so it seems beautiful to us.
Anton Chekhov
If I caress the wood, I caress the tree. The forest persists in every piece of furniture. Tables, chairs and cabinets are amnesiac trees.
Valter da Rosa Borges
the river beside the road runs laughs out loud
Eugénia Tabosa
The wind, the rain, the sun, the cold Everything comes and goes, everything comes and goes.
Orides Fontela