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

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

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

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

Since my subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me, I have frequently objectified all this in figures of myself, which were the most sincere and real thing that I could do in order to express what I felt inside and outside of myself.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

I must fight with all my strength so that the little positive things that my health allows me to do might be pointed toward helping the revolution. The only real reason for living.