Surrealism Comes From The Reality Of Latin

Opened The Door A Crack Wide Enough For The Entire World To Pass Through .

One Could Be Happy Not Only Without Love, But Despite It.

She Was A Ghost In A Strange House That Overnight Had Become Immense And Solitary And Through Which She Wandered Without Purpose, Asking Herself In Anguish Which One Of Them Was Deader: The Man Who Had Died Or The Woman He Had Left Behind.

El Mundo Habrá Acabado De Joderse -dijo Entonces- El Día En Que Los Hombres Viajen En Primera Clase Y La Literatura En El Vagón De Carga.

It Is Impossible To Explain. But What I Like Most Is To Eat.