When will the arbitrary be granted the place it deserves in the formation of works and ideas?

The purest surrealist act is walking into a crowd with a loaded gun and firing into it randomly

Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I 'haunt.'

I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.

Psychic automatism in its pure state, by which one proposes to express - verbally, by means of the written word, or in any other manner - the actual functioning of thought. Dictated by the thought, in the absence of any control exercised by reason, exempt from any aesthetic or moral concern.

There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own life’s meaning - that event which I may not yet have found, but on whose path I seek myself - is not earned by work.