" It wanted to be a World.
I kept on trying with all the strength to contain it in me. But here what I discover: the world me is small and I cannot deal with the empty ones and the absences that me were left. The vastness of it being was obstructing me profundidades. And sincerely – a world without depth is not at all. And all his vastness was converted in shortage inside me.
Today I am my herself composition. Be of letters not sung or invented colors, fabrics never accepted, imagined melodies, alien proverbs, quiet poetries. The certain one is that I me am and that is enough. Of being a world, reprimand of being you, reprimand brings me near from poets, beggars, intellectuals and the fuckin' invading at the whole moment. Now the movement is reverse: it is my army invading everything that is my front .. "
