He Shook My Hand And Said Goodbye

There Was A House At The Foot Of The Tower, Close To The Thunder Of The Waves Breaking Against The Cliffs, Where Love Was More Intense Because It Seemed Like A Shipwreck.

Everyone Has Three Lives: A Public Life, A Private Life, And A Secret Life.

There's No Greater Misfortune Than Dying Alone.

But He Only Found Her In The Image That Saturated His Private And Terrible Solitude.

Surrealism Comes From The Reality Of Latin America.