Monday, May 7, 2007. To do it, but. I threw my baby out the window. It was made of glass. Made of glass, and yet. I broke my legs, my arms. Was ripped off at the cheek. Today I bleed and bleed. I come to you in agony of shame. To plead for thread and needle. Plaster, glue and surgical tools.

Monday, May 21, 2007. A wind so dark it breaks up branches, shatters poles. Jew bodies burned- Jew spirits shake the trees-. Inside my head, the horror blows and blows. Born of the holocaust I swallow fear. Like food and suffer childhood without end. I choose a man as cold as wind is where.

What I Learned One Day in Hell. Sunday, May 6, 2007. I learned that hell is not just in the mind. But in the body, that suffering permeates. All life on earth and time itself is thin as air. And makes no promises, while death is everywhere. I saw myself a sagging empty bag. Unable to cry or write or speak, vomiting foul fluids,. Pissing my pants, writhing in nausea. None of these things, just that empty bag. I am a good person! .

Quinta-feira, 16 de abril de 2015. Um possivel Tsunami pode atingir o Brasil até 2018. Domingo, 28 de dezembro de 2014. Luz sent letters where he had some dreams about those accidents , you can see and read the letters below. Where he had told about those matters . Again told in a written letter .