I Leave You My Portrait So That

Everyone's Opinions About Things Change Over Time. Nothing Is Constant. Everything Changes. And To Hold Onto Some Dogged Idea Forever Is A Little Rigid And Maybe Naive.

I Think That Little By Little I'll Be Able To Solve My Problems And Survive.

I Paint My Own Reality.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

Feet, What Do I Need You For When I Have Wings To Fly?