Painting Completed My Life.

I Want A Storm To Come And Flood Us Into A Song That No One Wrote.

Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To Tell You One: I Sky You, So My Wings Extend So Large To Love You Without Measure.

I Think That Little By Little I'll Be Able To Solve My Problems And Survive.

I Don’t Like The Gringos At All. They Are Very Boring And All Have Faces Like Unbaked Rolls.

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.