Only One Mountain Can Know The Core

My Blood Is A Miracle That, From My Veins, Crosses The Air In My Heart Into Yours.

I Don’t Like The Gringos At All. They Are Very Boring And All Have Faces Like Unbaked Rolls.

Painting Completed My Life.

I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken. But I Am Happy As Long As I Can Paint.

To Feel The Anguish Of Waiting For The Next Moment And Of Taking Part In The Complex Current (of Affairs) Not Knowing That We Are Headed Toward Ourselves, Through Millions Of Stone Beings - Of Bird Beings - Of Star Beings - Of Microbe Beings - Of Fountain Beings Toward Ourselves.