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

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

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