I Like People Who Dream

Man Cannot Do Without Beauty, And This Is What Our Era Pretends To Want To Disregard.

If You Keep On Excusing, You Eventually Give Your Blessing To The Slave Camp, To Cowardly Force, To Organized Executioners, To The Cynicism Of Great Political Monsters; You Finally Hand Over Your Brothers.

Likewise, Every Time Somebody Interjects To Speak Of My Honesty There Is Someone Who Quivers Inside Me.

So All A Man Could Win In The Conflict Between Plague And Life Was Knowledge And Memories.

I Am Too Far Away From What I Love And My Distance Is Without Remedy.