... as time goes by i see my hands, they tragically seems to be two victims of realty, two victims of hard work that i'm applying day by day then, what I could say to my son? "i'm very tired, i can't play with you today..." what i produce just disappears in the hands of the land property and, why? because i do the best to keep my hands a little safe so i can play with you all day... yes, keep you in my hands all day...