Crazy, men have called me crazy. The question if craziness is the highest intelligence has remained unanswered.
Let's say that I am crazy. There are conditions in which I can thank for my craziness. The condition of clear reasoning, which is not to be disputed and belongs to the memory of events form the beginning stages of my life.
Inseparable, I loved my cousin, Eleonora, dearly; We were always together beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many-Colored Grasses.
In the past , there was a place called the Valley of the Many-Colored Grasses. The valley was from the dim regions beyond the mountains. At the upper end of our encircled domain, was a narrow and deep river, brighter than Eleonora's eyes.
For fifteen years, Eleonora and I walked hand-and-hand around this valley before love come into our hearts. Eleonora was like an angel.