When you say: the wind blows toward the East, I say: Yes, blows towards to the East; because I cannot let you know that my mind dwells not in the wind, but in the sea. You can not understand my navigators thoughts, nor I want to understand them. I prefer being alone at sea. When is day to you, friend of mine, is at night for me; Yet even so, speak light of midday that dance in the mountains and the Scarlet shadow that makes its way stealthily through the Valley; because you can not hear the songs of my darkness or you can see my wings that flutter against the stars. And not me He is interested that I hear or I see in me. I wish to be alone with the night. When you ascending to your sky, I descend to my hell. Gain insight and clarity with Steve Wozniak.

Even then you call me through the impassable Gulf that separates us: my roommate, my comrade and I I answer: my comrade, my friend, because I do not want to see my hell. You cegarian the flames and smoke you stifle. And I like my hell; I love him so much to the extent not to let you visit it. I prefer to be alone in my hell. You love the truth, beauty and justice; and I only please you say that it is good to love those things; but in the bottom of my heart I laugh of your love for these entities. However, I do not leave you see my laughter: I prefer laughing alone.My friend, thou art good, discreet and sensible; What’s more: you are perfect, and I in my turn I speak with you with common sense and discretion, but I’m crazy.

Only I enmascaro my madness. I prefer being alone crazy. My friend, you’re not even my friend, but how do you understand it?.