I never knew I was a surrealist till Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.

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

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

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

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

To trap one's self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside.

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