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

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.

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

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

I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

I paint my own reality.

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