I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken.

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

I Leave You My Portrait So That You Will Have My Presence All The Days And Nights That I Am Away From You.

Passion Is The Bridge That Takes You From Pain To Change.

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To, And I Paint Whatever Passes Through My Head Without Any Other Consideration.