We Have A World For Each One,

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.

He Who Does Not Fill His World With Phantoms Remains Alone.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

We Have A World For Each One, But We Do Not Have A World For All.

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.