At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings - of bird beings - of star beings - of microbe beings - of fountain beings toward ourselves.

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

I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.

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