Birds Born In Cages Think That Flying

Terrorists Are Not Bad; They Are Limited By Circumstances. They Are Human Beings. I Am Very, Very, Very Sad When They Explode Themselves And Kill 40 To 60 Persons. It's Terrible. But Also, I Am Sad For Them, A Young Person Who Lost His Whole Life. It's Terrible. They Are Limited By Religion, By Politics, By Economical Interests.

And I Imagine... With Great Pleasure... All The Horrible Stirrings Of The Nonmanifested To Bring Forth The Scream Which Creates The Universe. Maybe One Day I'll See You Trembling, And You'll Go Into Convulsion And Grow Larger And Smaller Until Your Mouth Opens And The World Will Come From Your Mouth, Escaping Through The Window Like A River, And It Will Flood The City. And Then We'll Begin To Live.

The Planet Is Ill, Everyone Knows That. But I Need To Be Optimistic, Otherwise I Would Just Be Adding To The Negativity. So Every Night I Come On Madrid Tv And Read A Piece Of Good News.

The Apocalypse Is Now! Americans Know This, That The Only Hope Is The Flying Saucers. Do You Know How I See The World? Like A Person Who Is Dying. It's A Worm Who Is Dying To Make A Butterfly. We Must Not Stop The Worm From Dying, We Must Help The Worm To Die To Help The Butterfly To Be Born. We Need To Dance With Death. This World Is Dying, But Very Well. We Will Make A Big, Big Enormous Butterfly. You And I Will Be The First Movements In The Wings Of The Butterfly Because We Are Speaking Like This.

I Am Like The Rain, I Go Where I'm Needed.