his wise words pierced my mind, always inexhaustible. I still do not know anything, but I no longer haunts my innate clumsiness. Perhaps
should not talk so loud. My conflagration with words is leaving me a deep and indelible mark, hardly noticeable to many and daunting for some. I do not write for fear, and one day soon decide to stop talking.
When are only ideas, concepts, fickle, then I can not reproach me.
