Pain, Pleasure And Death Are

I Leave You My Portrait So That You Will Have My Presence All The Days And Nights That I Am Away From You.

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

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

I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From Dying

I Wish I Could Do Whatever I Liked Behind The Curtain Of “madness”. Then: I’d Arrange Flowers, All Day Long, I’d Paint; Pain, Love And Tenderness, I Would Laugh As Much As I Feel Like At The Stupidity Of Others, And They Would All Say: “poor Thing, She’s Crazy!” (above All I Would Laugh At My Own Stupidity.) I Would Build My World Which While I Lived, Would Be In Agreement With All The Worlds. The Day, Or The Hour, Or The Minute That I Lived Would Be Mine And Everyone Else’s - My Madness Would Not Be An Escape From “reality”.