At The End Of The

I Paint Self-portraits Because I Am So Often Alone, Because I Am The Person I Know Best.

I Have Suffered Two Grave Accidents In My Life, One In Which A Streetcar Knocked Me Down... The Other Accident Is Diego.

I Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving, Loving, Loving. And Loving. And Never Leaving.

I Wanted To Tell You That My Whole Being Opened For You. Since I Fell In Love With You Everything Is Transformed And Is Full Of Beauty... Love Is Like An Aroma, Like A Current, Like Rain.

To Trap One's Self-suffering Is To Risk Being Devoured From The Inside.