Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

I don’t like the gringos at all. They are very boring and all have faces like unbaked rolls.

I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.

My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are interested in it. It's not revolutionary. Why keep wishing for it to be belligerent? I can't. Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all of this. I think work is the best.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.