The Only Time We Can Talk About

A Writer Is A Man Like Any Other: He Dreams. And My Dream Was To Be Able To Say Of This Book, When I Finished: 'this Is A Book About Alentejo.'

The Novel Is Not So Much A Literary Genre, But A Literary Space, Like A Sea That Is Filled By Many Rivers.

I Am A Person With Leftist Convictions, And Always Have Been.

Today's Bread Does Not Eliminate Yesterday's Hunger, Much Less That Of Tomorrow.

Every Second That Passes Is Like A Door That Opens To Allow In What Has Not Yet Happened, What We Call The Future, But, To Challenge The Contradictory Nature Of What We Have Just Said, Perhaps It Would Be More Accurate To Say That The Future Is Just An Immense Void, That The Future Is Just The Time On Which The Eternal Present Feeds.