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In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history.These are my confessions, and if in them I say nothing, its because I have nothing to say.What is there to confess thats worthwhile or useful?What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us;if to everyone, then itŽs no novelty, and if only to us, then it wonŽt be understood.If I write what I feel, its to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.I make landscapes of what I feel.I make holydays of my sensations Bernardo Soares - Traducao Agni K.(pq assim tem um pouquinho da minha amada irma sempre por aqui) msn: cinismo_de_jack@yahoo.com.br
