This Roberto. He no like the light.
I can't stand light. I hate weather.
Sometimes we smile at a child thats afraid of the dark. I think more ridiculous is a man or woman afraid of the light.
I don't much care for the sunlight or bright colours of any kind.
Confidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten - light's no good for creatures of the night.
The light is too painful for someone who wants to remain in darkness.
My words like eyes that flinch from light, refuse And shut upon obscurity; my acts Cast to their opposites by impatient violence Break up the sequent path; they fly On a circumference to avoid the centre.
I can't stand light. I hate weather. My idea of heaven is moving from one smoke-filled room to another.
