[...] These two pieces have amazed me. Impressive writing, mixture of poetry, intelligence, anger and humor. [...].—Isaac Rosa

Dogs bark: that is the great truth that illuminates the age. The dogs bark and the noise is so colossal, the confusion so overwhelming that you can no longer distinguish the farce or the tragedy, the glory or the blasphemy, the mass or the tavern. Faces, names, dreams are confused... Ghosts ride, little else. And life, like memory, is just an old carnival of shadows. And through this theater of masks two hunches parade: Arms against the sky returns from the past to unearth the trembling of the outlaws, to release the cry that the soul drowned, to see what the eyes, before, wanted to avoid. And it only remains to fall, an irreverent and grotesque nonsense that, at the point of laughter, bureaucratically classifies and embalms the nonsense of the time.