I think that little by little I`ll be able to solve my problems and survive.
I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint.
I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope never to return.
Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?
I drank to drown my pain, but the damned pain learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good behavior.
They are so damn `intellectual` and rotten that I can`t stand them anymore....I (would) rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with those `artistic` bitches of Paris.
I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibition have been a failure, because the rich - don`t want to buy anything.
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 hope the departue is joyful and I hope never to return.