They Thought I Was A Surrealist, But

I Drank To Drown My Sorrows, But The Damned Things Learned How To Swim.

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

Really, I Do Not Know Whether My Paintings Are Surrealist Or Not, But I Do Know That They Are The Frankest Expression Of Myself.

People In General Are Scared To Death Of The War And All The Exhibitions Have Been A Failure, Because The Rich Bitches Don't Want To Buy Anything.

I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And I Hope Never To Return.