Jöns, escudero

"My little stomach is my world, my head is my eternity, and my hands, two wonderful suns. My legs are time's pendulums, and my dirty feet are two splendid starting points for my philosophy. Everything is worth precisely as much as a belch, the only difference being that a belch is more satisfying."
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"Who watches over that child? The angels? God? Satan? The emptiness, perhaps?"

(en El Séptimo Sello, Ingmar Bergman)