En la luz, la apariencia; en la sombra, nosotros. La sombra es la realidad de milagro que traduce lo invisible. - Henri Barbusse

I was young and strong then, full of hope and full of the beginning of things. I thought I was going to conquer the world, and even had the choice of the means to conquer it. Alas, all I did was to cross hastily over its surface.

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.

Two armies at death-grips — that is one great army committing suicide.