Im a library security on terrible wage , I ask a few coin for the funding of the publishing of one of my books .
In return we drink Portuguese wine to drown our spirits !
But I, in whose soul are reflected
All the forces of the universe,
In whose emotional and shaken reflection,
Minute by minute, emotion by emotion,
Antagonistic and absurd things succeed one another
I, the useless focus of all realities,
I, the ghost born of all sensations,
I, the abstract, I, the projected onto the screen,
I, the legitimate and sad woman of the whole
I suffer being me through all this as being thirsty without being thirsty for water.