With the step of the years, the sensation gives me that everything recurs.
I wanted to speak about the complicity before an important fact.
Not if I will be able with this challenge.
The stone has an unusual weight –greater than anything I’d foreseen–. The more I try, the
greater the resistance.
When the words show its fragility we discover the doubts that remain secret in
Sometimes it's easier to look at nothing, as if all this had not happened.
I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self.
Why was that so very difficult?