/brasil/

'...esse arvoredo, que é tanto, tamanho, tão basto e de tantas prumagens, que homens as não podem contar.'

'Often it begins with something very hazy and indefinite – a chance remark or a quick change of phrase, a dim but pleasant event... It can be a few bars of music, a shaft of light across the street... they seem to be split-second impressions that disappear as quickly as they come, yet nevertheless leave an impression behind just like a pleasant dream... This primitive life-cell strives from the beginning to achieve form, but its movements may be lazy and perhaps even a little drowsy. If in this primitive state it shows itself to have enough strength to transform itself... I decide to give it life.'