My painting carries with it the message of pain.
Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.
I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.
Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
I don’t like the gringos at all. They are very boring and all have faces like unbaked rolls.
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.