“Don't ask me for names. In this damned place all names are damned, and besides none of the maps know them. Here the earth devours itself. I don't imagine a fissure at the bottom of the ravine, I imagine a mouth!” EarthNamesImagineMapsMouthDevouringDamnedFissureRavine Book:Nação Crioula Source: Nação Crioula
“In a way I imagine eternity must be a little like a photograph (a place without time) of the good and bad times we have lived through. And thus, for eternity, we will be living through them for ever, Hell and Heaven at once. Those months I lived beside Fradique will be my Heaven, the time I lived as a slave to Gabriela Santamarinha my Hell.” MomentsTimeHeavenHellImagineEternityPhotographGood TimesPlaceBad Times Book:Nação Crioula Source: Nação Crioula