Art Is Not A Mirror. Art Is

For What's The Use Of Talking With A Man Who Has A Disease And Thinks About The Stars?

Something Ignoble, Loathsome, Undignified Attends All Associations Between People And Has Been Transferred To All Objects, Dwelling, Tools, Even The Landscape Itself.

Who Has Good Luck Is Good, Who Has Bad Luck Is Bad.

What Kind Of Times Are They, When A Talk About Trees Is Almost A Crime Because It Implies Silence About So Many Horrors?

Intelligence Is Not To Make No Mistakes, But Quickly To See How To Make Them Good.