He Missed His Imagined Future.

I Stood Under The Awning For A Moment, But Finally I Decided That Being In A Bad Mood With Your Friends Beats Being In A Bad Mood Without Them.

I Was Born Into Bolívar's Labyrinth, And So I Must Believe In The Hope Of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

I'm A Grenade, I Just Want To Stay Away From People And Read Books, And Think.

We Did A Few Things Worth Remembering, And I Wish For Someone To Remember Them.

Entropy Increases. Things Fall Apart.