In The Very Corner Of

Who Am I To Myself? Just A Feeling Of Mine.

I Don't Write In Portuguese. I Write Myself.

God Gave The Sea The Danger And The Abyss, But It Was In It That He Mirrored The Sky.

For A Long Time Now I Haven't Existed. I'm Utterly Calm. No One Distinguishes Me From Who I Am. I Just Felt Myself Breath As If I'd Done Something New, Or Done It Late. I'm Beginning To Be Conscious Of Being Conscious. Perhaps Tomorrow I Will Wake Up To Myself And Resume The Course Of My Existence. I Don't Know If That Will Make More Happy Or Less. I Don't Know Anything.

To Need To Dominate Others Is To Need Others. The Commander Is Dependent.