The galloping tuberculosis enrolled in the picture of the epidemics. In the hospital, the available places are unavailable.
In spite of some new focuses, the cholera, was said, no longer had it scared. It equips it doctor affirmed that it would be extinguished in the next five years.
This is world of dinosaurs, stone beings with minds of incoherent sources, that they disable the validity of the light natural, cerebral. Hollow of line it lasts… fish us in her insanity. Shocks are prescribed in the dark fabrics but, the encephalons insist that depend on his uselessness… perfectionists of the Murphy's Law.
Lacking, believers in the for life power stay skeletal to the death, to disorder. Disuse they the guilty conscience, they don't advance young substitutes' formation. They become tired in the creation of jobs, in the opportunities to the rejuvenated gray mass. The bridges tumble, the one of the power no.
The most powerful man and the weakest man don’t have the same importance. The weakest man is more important, because at any moment it drops the most powerful man.
My best friend is the silence of the odour of the embalmed forest sanctity, of the admitted laments, convinced. My enemies are the other four horsemen of the apocalypse: the real estate speculators, the lawyer, the doctor, and the agent mortuary. But, my largest fear is to be burned for heresy.
We believed, we defended resolutions, revolutions, and later we let to crawl in the current of the hateful poverty
They educated me, they taught me, they re-educated me that the Western civilization is superior. Later I discovered with lonely smiles, the all was harmed. I didn't produce statues, or other works of art, because my beauty, the purism in my ways, is rebirths for the artist’s lovers of the superior’s primitivisms. My civilization is inferior in the technology, but it is superior in my Impression of Nascent Sun.