I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The

I Saw That All Beings Are Fated To Happiness: Action Is Not Life, But A Way Of Wasting Some Force, An Enervation. Morality Is The Weakness Of The Brain.

My Wisdom Is As Spurned As Chaos. What Is My Nothingness, Compared To The Amazement That Awaits You?

Hay Que Ser Absolutamente Moderno

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn

Your Memory And Your Senses Will Be Nourishment For Your Creativity.