"Suicidal! Suicidal! Criminal! Infamous! Screams like this, surrounded me from everywhere (...) The hunger tortured me, the thirst scalded me (...) The best that was the brought intellectual culture of the world, I couldn't alter, now, the reality of the life. My knowledge, before the infinite, resembled to small soap bubbles taken to the impetuous wind that it transforms the landscapes (...) Many times I sucked the mud of the highway, I remembered the old bread of every day, flowing plentiful weeping. No rare, I was indispensable hide-stacks enormous herds of animalistic beings, that they passed in group, which insatiable wild animal. They were pictures of frightening! Increased the discouragement. I was when began to remember that an Life's Author should exist. That idea comforted me." Luiz, Andr