Sadness is also a kind of defence.
Searching for what I need, and I don't even know precisely what that is, I was going from a man to a man, and I saw that all of them together have less than me who has nothing, and that I left to each of them a bit of that what I don't have and I've been searching for.
When I am not desperate, I am worthless.
What can and doesn't have to be always, at the end, surrenders to something that has to be.
There is no rule without revolts and conspiracies, even as there is no property without work and worry.
