Do not hurt that so many people living in poverty is not neglect, is barbaric.

To the one me hurt within me I said: be quiet. Life is much more rough here, outside...

The world of man is divided as man himself established and establish. Should it be war or peace, poverty or wealth is entirely up to man for as long as Nature is still a land, an ocean, and a sky that ensures life.

There are thresholds that you cannot step over, as if beyond lie the ghosts of those passed, as if the thresholds grow with every intention of a step, as if the soul itself becomes a threshold, preventing you from hurting, from being hurt again.

Hunger for money dehumanizes man worse than poverty.

Life – a cage... People – mad puppets, capable of fleeting moments of reason...