I Hope The Exit Is

I Leave You My Portrait So That You Will Have My Presence All The Days And Nights That I Am Away From You.

I Never Knew I Was A Surrealist Till Andre Breton Came To Mexico And Told Me I Was.

Feet, What Do I Need You For When I Have Wings To Fly?

I Paint My Own Reality.

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.