I couldn´t never reserve some words for you. When your cousin made me a compulsive writer, you made me quiet. No words. No feelings. And as it started to change, you changed it first. You´re pretty smart. Pretty quite cleaver. I should applaud you and learn the same, although it sounds disgust to me. But, you know... all the knowledge is completly welcomed, because, in the end, we are what is known by us.