To Trap One's Self-suffering Is To Risk

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

What Would I Do Without The Absurd And The Ephemeral?

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

People In General Are Scared To Death Of The War And All The Exhibitions Have Been A Failure, Because The Rich Bitches Don't Want To Buy Anything.

I Have Suffered Two Grave Accidents In My Life, One In Which A Streetcar Knocked Me Down... The Other Accident Is Diego.