艺术有一种奇怪的秉性:你知道得越多,你越失去了直视它灵魂的能力。对于弗拉门戈,我就是这样一个无所不知的傻子、通晓一切的混蛋。看完一场弗拉门戈歌舞,我不能假装告诉你说,我的感动、我的领悟。我可以告诉你很多很多,但都是知识,如同绕城狂走,一圈又一圈,却始终不得其门而入。 Art has a strange nature: the more you know, the more you lose the ability to look directly into its soul. For Flamengo, I was such a fool who knew everything and knew all the bastards. After reading a flamenco song and dance, I can not pretend to tell you, I moved, my comprehension. I can tell you many, many things, but all are knowledge, just like a city of circles, a circle after circle of circles.