There Are People Who Vindicate The World,

When I Look At My Life And Its Secret Colors, I Feel Like Bursting Into Tears.

Only The Sea, Murmurous Behind The Dingy Checkerboard Of Houses, Told Of The Unrest, The Precariousness, Of All Things In This World.

Powerful, Yes, That Is The Word That I Constantly Rolled On My Tongue, I Dreamed Of Absolute Power, The Kind That Forces Others Tokneel, That Forces The Enemy To Capitulate, Finally Converting Him, And The More The Enemy Is Blind, Cruel, Sure Of Himself, Buried In His Conviction, The More His Admission Proclaims The Royalty Of He Who Has Brought On His Defeat.

It Is Not Your Paintings I Like, It Is Your Painting.

My Life Was Lucky So That I Met, I Loved (and Disappointed) Only Outstanding People.