I Am Not The Jesus

I Sell Myself For The Highest Price. Exactly Like A Prostitute. There Is No Difference.

The Flamenco Of The Gypsy Has Nothing To Do With The Flamenco For Tourists. Real Flamenco Is Like Sex.

About 25 Years Ago, I Was In An Apartment, And Next Door, They Put On The Radio, So I Struck The Wall With My Fist, But They Did Not Put The Radio Down. I Took A Tool And Banged Until I Made A Hole Through The Wall. It Was Like A Comedy Movie.

But Words - Words Are Not Enough!

It Is True What Rimbaud Said; If You Think A Book Is Strong Enough, Try It At The Ocean, In The Wind, At The Waves. If The Book Can Resist The Ocean, Then It Exists. Otherwise, Throw It Away.