All existence is in vain: unexplained and sterile. I’llend up alone with all my doubts that will haunt meforever, even after my death..." An excerpt from the book "The Master of the Realities

Time which destroys everything, even time itself...

In the illusion of delusion, between madness andlawlessness I exist. I dream about dreams, about illusionsand disillusions and cold and madness and you…

I feel that I was possessed…possessed by demons; those who are and always are going to be, they are inviting me, they desire me and they live because of me…

I want to breathe God, I want to reach God, I want to touch God… I want to be God! No! These are only the nonsense ravings of a weak and perverse mind.

In the illusion of delusion, between madness and lawlessness I exist. I dream about dreams, about illusions and disillusions and cold and madness and you… the source. Known and unknown and the eternity and the darkness flittering with my soul and on the outside ofmemories; cages and cages of feelings caught in a single line of dreams shackled to a thought

We are monsters with good intentions, our instincts drive us but our passions devour us

It didn’t belong to anything and nothing belonged to it. It searched for eternities trying to find a host… a carrier… a harlequin or a prophet that would have brought meaning and form to its reasons, but that never happened..

But I belong here. I could live here…hiding from the others, living among their consciences and their fears; why not? Could this be the missing link? Could it be the darkness that I fear the most… could I be… evil?