O que me interessa? Explicar-te-ei brevemente.
Eu simplesmente gosto de cada coisa que tem cor.
E odeio completamente tudo que a tem ausente.
Porque em cada cor tem a beleza dum beija-flor.
Born in New York City in the year 1905. Made fun of by William James Sidis at a party in 1908 because of my ineptitude concerning the Special Theory of Relativity. Met with Fernando Pessoa in 1914 but criticized because of my obvious accent. Departed from the past in 1915 after quite a musical year. I see Jean Sibelius the day after my birthday in a park gazing at swans and then Heitor Villa-Lobos's first concert before leaving. I thought that in a century humanity would have figured out how to go back in time, but, alas, I am still stuck here and you guys haven't found it out. Oh well . . .