"El desierto crece : ay de aquél que dentro de sí cobija desiertos."
terça-feira, maio 17, 2016
Why pleasure makes me feel guilty?
Because I'm too old for that. I was suppose to have more duties and headaches. I'm supposed to have more bills to pay and children to feed, to raise, and care. Learning more about human nature? Or not having anytime to learn about anything?
Why we go on? Is this whole thing just a game? Is it just a trip? Are we living under pressure of social constructions, only?
Cronópio? Ou Fama? Blending Famas e Cronópios? Is it just a bunch of stories?