Brazil Is Where I Have To Be,

Who Has Not Asked Himself At Some Time Or Other: Am I A Monster Or Is This What It Means To Be A Person?

And I Want To Be Held Down. I Don't Know What To Do With The Horrifying Freedom That Can Destroy Me.

I Write As If To Save Somebody’s Life. Probably My Own. Life Is A Kind Of Madness That Death Makes. Long Live The Dead Because We Live In Them.

I Just Know That I Don't Want Cheating. I Refuse. I Deepened Myself But I Don't Believe In Myself Because My Thought Is Invented.

For One Has The Right To Shout. So, I Am Shouting.