I Leave You My Portrait So That

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.

My Blood Is A Miracle That, From My Veins, Crosses The Air In My Heart Into Yours.

The Most Important Thing For Everyone In Gringolandia Is To Have Ambition And Become 'somebody,' And Frankly, I Don't Have The Least Ambition To Become Anybody.

No Moon, Sun, Diamond, Hands — Fingertip, Dot, Ray, Gauze, Sea. Pine Green, Pink Glass, Eye, Mine, Eraser, Mud, Mother, I Am Coming.

They Thought I Was A Surrealist, But I Wasn't. I Never Painted Dreams. I Painted My Own Reality.