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I couldn't help start thinking about it but wonder: where was my head when I didn't hear my soul? Maybe I never wanted to be a jornalist. Maybe I'll never be. Because jornalists are like machines that produce the worst simple text of all. I born to be an artist. An artist of life. Simple art, perhaps, being my best job. Maybe I being a sorcerer. A sorcerer who makes sweet spells.